Castiel’s P.O.VThe morning sunlight streamed through the large windows, painting the dining table in shades of gold. It was the kind of quiet morning I cherished—rare and fleeting in Damien’s world.The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries was inviting, a small semblance of normalcy I hadn’t realized I missed. Damien sat at the head of the table, calm and unreadable as always, sipping his coffee in silence.Stephan and I had thought that Damien joining us would create a tense atmosphere, but surprisingly, it didn’t. Damien seemed to read through the morning news on his phone while the three of us enjoyed the peaceful environment, wondering what to do next for the day.But, of course, peace never lasted long in this house.The moment Dominic strolled into the room; I could feel the shift in the air. He had that kind of energy, like a storm brewing just below the surface. His sharp blue eyes found me immediately, and his lips curved into a smirk that I already didn’t trust.
Damien’s P.O.V I could feel the rage building in me like a storm just waiting to break. Castiel’s shocked expression did little to dissipate the anger, and I choose to leave before it got the better of me.I stood up from the dining table abruptly, pushing my chair back with a sharp scrape against the floor. The anger inside me was blinding—stupid, unnecessary anger that I didn’t know how to control. But it was there, and it had to go somewhere, and I’d rather not directly it at someone who was going to help me in my endgame.Turning on my heels, I walked out of the dining room and stepped into the hallways, hoping to burn some steam in the training area.But it wasn’t long before I heard Castiel’s footsteps behind me, soft and hesitant, but they were getting closer. I didn’t stop. I needed to put some distance between us, give myself space to think—think about everything that had just happened, about what Castiel had said, about what I had told him.This sudden anger wasn’t like me
Castiel’s P.O.V The cold air inside the warehouse prickled against my skin, a harsh contrast to the stuffy warmth outside. I leaned against one of the steel support beams, trying to steady my nerves as the sound of muffled voices echoed off the concrete walls.People scurried around under Stephan’s watchful eye, moving crates, arranging tables, and setting up the stage. The faint hum of machinery buzzed in the background, blending with the clatter of footsteps and clipped orders.This place reeked of tension, of money, of power—of the kind of danger that came with men like Damien. And now, me.Stephan clipped orders to one of the staff caught my attention. “Keep the west entrance locked. I don’t care if you double the guards—triple them if you have to. I don’t want a single soul getting in or out without clearance.”I watched him as he moved, his sharp tone slicing through the air li
Castiel's P.O.VThe grand ballroom was abuzz with activity, the sound of chatter and laughter filling the air. The auction event had officially begun, and guests were streaming in, dressed to the nines in their finest attire. I stood off to the side, surveying the scene before me. Stephen was by my side, and together we were tasked with ensuring that everything ran smoothly.We made our way through the crowds, nodding and smiling at the guests as we passed. The atmosphere was lively, with everyone eager to get a glimpse of the goods that would be up for auction. I spotted a few familiar faces, famous people I’d heard about in the news, including some of the other servants and a handful of other guards. But there were also many new faces, people I had never seen before.At the back of the room, I could see the staff scurrying about, getting everything ready for the main event. The goods that would be up f
Castiel's P.O.VI frantically scanned the room, trying to catch someone's eye, anyone's eye, to give them a signal that something was terribly wrong. I tried to subtly nod towards Stephan, to warn someone that Reed had discovered Damien's games, but before I could even attempt to do so, I was pulled away from the stage and dragged out through the back door.Reed's grip on my arm was like a vice, and I stumbled as he yanked me through the empty hallway. I tried to dig my heels into the floor, to slow him down, but he was too strong. He pulled me through the door and into a different hallway, the sudden change in temperature making my head spin.I struggled to free myself, but Reed's grip only tightened. He spun me around, slamming me up against the wall. I gasped, the wind knocked out of me, and Reed's face loomed in front of mine, his eyes blazing with anger."You're a clever little
Castiel's P.O.VThe alarm blared out in all the rooms and hallways, its piercing siren echoing off the walls. Reed's face turned red with rage, and he cursed at me, his voice low and menacing. "You fool!" he spat. "You've just ruined your only chance at survival. You'll pay for this, Castiel. Oh, how you'll pay."I stood tall, my eyes locked on Reed's. "If you really wanted me to survive, you wouldn't have tried to kill me along with Damien in the first place," I told him. “You never wanted me to survive in the first place. You just wanted to use me to get to Damien.”Reed's eyes narrowed, his face twisted in anger. "You think you're clever, don't you?" he sneered. "But you're not. You're just a pawn in a much larger game."I shook my head, my eyes never leaving Reed's. "I'm not a pawn," I said. "I'm a player. And I'm not going to let you win without a fight."&nbs
Castiel's P.O.VI tried to stay close to Arc, keep him from going anywhere, as Damien and Reed clashed in a flurry of punches and kicks. The sound of their fighting echoed through the hallway, punctuated by the occasional crash of a vase or the splintering of wood. I winced with each blow, my heart racing with fear for Damien's safety.But despite my fear, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at Damien's skill. He was a master fighter, his movements swift and deadly. Reed, on the other hand, seemed to be relying on his powers to control the electronics in the building. He kept using his power to switch off the lights, plunging the hallway into darkness. It was a clever tactic, but Damien was not easily caught off guard.I watched in amazement as Damien adapted to the changing circumstances, his eyes adjusting to the darkness with ease. He moved with a fluidity that was almost supernatural, his fists f
Castiel's P.O.VThe sound of the shot was like a crack of thunder in my ears. Everything seemed to slow down, like time itself was bending and warping around me. I saw Damien's body jerk violently, his eyes wide with shock and pain. And then, before I could even react, his body landed on top of me, crushing me beneath its weight as he lost consciousness.I was flabbergasted, my mind reeling with the implications of what I was seeing. Damien's body was heavy and warm, and I could feel his heart still beating against my chest. But even as I felt a surge of hope, panic followed soon after. The smell of burnt flesh was unbearable, and I could see the blood spreading across Damien's shirt like a stain.My eyes widened in horror as I realized that Damien had taken the shot for me. He had thrown himself in front of me, sacrificing himself to save my life. I felt a wave of emotion wash over me, a mix of grief and gratitude that threatened to overwhelm me.I tried to push Damien's body off of m
Elijah’s P.O.VThe car rolled to a stop in front of my mansion, the soft crunch of gravel under the tires fading into the cold, quiet evening. I stepped out, the crisp night air brushing against my face, and adjusted the cuffs of my jacket. The grand the mansion loomed before me, it stood like a fortress, a testament to my power, but tonight, I had something else on my mind.Aaron, my ever-loyal right-hand man, was already at my side, his tablet tucked under one arm. His face carried that usual stern professionalism, but I caught a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.“The new club in Brooklyn is exceeding expectations,” he began, walking slightly behind me as I made my way up the steps. “VIP memberships are up by 20%, and we’ve had no major incidents. The Queens location, however, saw a slight dip in—”I held up a hand, stopping him mid-sentence. I didn’t even glance his way, my
Castiel’s P.O.VI led Damien to his room, careful with each step as he leaned on me. He didn’t need help to get to the bed, but I insisted, wanting to make sure he was comfortable. It wasn’t just about physical care; it was about showing him that I was there for him in every way possible.Once we reached the bed, I gently helped him sit down; making sure his back was well supported by the soft pillows. He looked up at me with those piercing eyes, and for a moment, the world outside seemed to fade away.“What do you need, Damien?” I asked, my voice low, soft. I wasn’t sure what he was feeling, but I wanted to be there for whatever he needed, even if it was something as simple as a company.“What are you offering?” He asked, his voice hoarse.“Anything.”The word slipped out without thinking, and as soon as it did, I realized just how loaded it sounded. The hint of a
Damien’s P.O.V Andrea's words hung in the air like a carefully laid trap, waiting for me to step into it. I leaned back in the chair, folding my arms across my chest, my voice sharper than intended. "What's wrong with being happy? Isn’t that a good thing?"She smiled faintly, unfazed by my defensive tone. "It is, Damien. But I wasn’t suggesting there’s anything wrong. I just wanted to share what I found." She leaned against the counter, her pen tapping lightly on the clipboard in her hand. "For the past few years, your serotonin levels have been consistently low. That usually correlates with anxiety, stress, or even depression. But now..." Her gaze softened as she gestured to the report. "These elevated levels mean you're starting to step out of the shadows of your past. And, if I had to guess, I’d say a ‘certain blonde’ has something to do with it."I blinked, my thoughts grinding to a halt. "A certain
Damien’s P.O.VThe familiar scent of leather and aged wood greeted me as I stepped into my mansion. The quiet hum of the city outside was muted here, replaced by the soft ticking of the grandfather clock in the foyer. It felt good to be home, even if my body still ached with every step.Castiel and Stephan followed behind me, both noticeably tense. Castiel, in particular, hovered like a worried shadow, his eyes darting toward me every time I so much as shifted. It was endearing, if not a little annoying.“You two,” I said, turning to face them as we reached the base of the grand staircase. “Go unpack and settle in. I’ll meet you later.”Castiel frowned, his concern practically radiating off him. “Are you sure? Do you need help getting to—”“I’m not that fragile,” I interrupted with a small smile, hoping to ease his mind. “I promise, I’ll be fine. Ju
Castiel’s P.O.V The world around me faded, and all I could focus on was Damien. His lips were warm and soft, and his kiss was everything I didn’t know I needed—a quiet assurance, a tether to pull me out of my spiraling thoughts. For a brief, stolen moment, it felt like everything was right again, as though nothing else existed except him and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under my palm. I didn’t even realize my hand had wandered, bracing myself on the edge of the bed. It wasn’t until I shifted slightly that my palm pressed against his injured side. Damien hissed sharply, his body tensing beneath me. The sound snapped me back to reality like a bucket of ice water. I jerked back immediately, my eyes wide with alarm. “Damien!” I exclaimed, horror twisting in my chest. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean—” Before I could even finish, Damien reached up and cupped the back of my neck, pulling me back down. His lips pressed against mine in a quick, silencing kiss, soft but firm enough to s
Castiel’s P.O.V The hallway leading to Damien’s room felt unusually long. The muffled sound of voices from other rooms faded as I approached his door. I hesitated, my hand hovering just above the doorknob. A part of me dreaded what I might find, given how things were earlier. But I steeled myself and pushed the door open.Damien was awake this time, his pale face illuminated by the soft, sterile light from the overhead lamp. Stephan sat beside him, perched on a chair, his posture rigid, like he was expecting me. As I stepped in, his eyes darted to me, and he gave a subtle shake of his head. It was quick, barely noticeable, but the message was clear: *Don’t bring it up.*I nodded slightly in response, my lips pressing into a thin line. Whatever had happened earlier—whatever made Stephan cautious—I wasn’t about to make it worse. I walked to Damien’s side, the sound of my boots against the tile floor break
Castiel's POVI finally found my voice, and I moved away from him immediately, "What are you doing?" My tone was firm, but I could feel a hint of unease beneath the surface.Elijah seemed to snap out of whatever trance he was in, and he took a step back, his eyes widening with surprise. The sudden movement broke the spell that had held me frozen, and I felt a surge of relief wash over me.However, Elijah's gaze never left mine, and he still had that intriguing look on his face as he asked, "You're an Alpha, aren’t you Castiel?”“Y-yes?” I looked at him in confusion, unable to comprehend where this was going.“But you have a unique scent... the scent of an omega." His words hung in the air, and I felt a sense of trepidation wash over me.I shrugged, trying to play it cool. "I get that a lot," I said, keeping my vo
Castiel's P.O.VI stood at the edge of the rooftop long after Stephan’s departure, my eyes fixed on the city lights twinkling in the distance. My mind was a jumble of emotions, a tangled web of thoughts and feelings that I couldn't seem to untangle. It felt like I was drowning in a sea of uncertainty, unsure of where to go from here.The revelation about Gabriel had left me reeling. I couldn't believe that Damien had been through such a betrayal, especially from someone who he had trusted to that extent. And yet, as I thought about it, I realized that it all made sense. Damien's reserve, his hesitation to open up to me - it was all because of Gabriel.I felt a pang of sadness, a sense of loss for the man who had been hurt so deeply. Damien had never really gotten over Gabriel, I realized that now. He had never really moved on. And I wondered, with a sense of trepidation, if he ever would.&n
Castiel's P.O.VWe stepped out onto the hospital's terrace, the cool evening air a welcome respite from the stifling tension that had been building inside me. The city skyline stretched out before us, a twinkling expanse of lights that seemed to pulse with a life of their own. Stephen leaned against the railing, his eyes fixed on some point in the distance. I stood beside him, my eyes fixed on his profile, waiting for him to begin."Damien and I…we go way back, before he even became the Don of the Dragon Syndicate," Stephen said finally, his voice low and hesitant. "We've known each other for a long time, Castiel. We've been through a lot together." He paused, his eyes clouding over with memories. "Damien's past is... complicated. He's been hurt, Castiel. Deeply hurt. And he's built walls around himself to protect himself from getting hurt again.""What happened to him?" I asked, my voice barely a