Castiel's P.O.V
The 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."
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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
Castiel's P.O.VI paced back and forth outside the operating room, my mind a jumbled mess of thoughts and emotions. Stephen stood beside me, his expression somber and concerned. We had been waiting for what felt like an eternity, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt that had been weighing heavily on my conscience.Damien had taken a bullet for me, putting his own life at risk to protect mine. The memory of that moment was etched vividly in my mind - the sound of the gunshot, the feeling of Damien's body shielding mine, the sight of him crumpling against me. I couldn't help but wonder if I would ever be able to repay him for his selfless act.He didn’t have to…but he had saved me. He had stood in front of that bullet, and he had chosen to protect me…I couldn't help but think about the events that had led us to this point. Damien and I had been through thick and thin together, and I had grown to rely on him as more than just an employee, or someone who was indebted to him. Th
Castiel's P.O.VI pushed open the door to Damien's hospital room, my eyes scanning the dimly lit space. The machines surrounding his bed beeped softly, casting an eerie glow over the room. I approached the bed, my gaze falling on Damien's sleeping face. For a moment, I just stood there, taking in the sight of him.He looked... different. Younger, somehow. Vulnerable. I had never seen him like this before. Even in his most relaxed moments, there was always a hint of tension, a sense of coiled energy waiting to be unleashed. But now, as he lay sleeping, he seemed almost... fragile.I felt a pang in my chest, a sense of tenderness that I couldn't quite explain. I reached out a hand, gently brushing a strand of hair out of Damien's face. His skin was warm to the touch, and I could feel the soft rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.I took a step back, my eyes never leaving Damien's face. I had never felt this way about him before. I had always seen him as strong, capable, and confide
Castiel's P.O.VIt felt like I'd been punched in the gut. Did Damien just say... Gabriel? I must have misheard him…right? I leaned in closer, my voice shaking slightly as I tried to correct him. "Damien, my name is Castiel. Not Gabriel."But Damien just kept talking, his words slurred and nonsensical. "Gabriel, please don't leave me. Come back to me…please.” His voice cracked with emotion. “I miss you so much."I felt a pang of confusion and concern. Who was Gabriel, and why was Damien calling out to him so desperately?I tried to reason with Damien, to bring him back to reality. "Damien, I'm right here. It's me, Castiel. You're safe." But he just kept talking, his words pouring out in a feverish stream. "Gabriel, I'm sorry…Gabriel…”I felt like I was watching a train wreck in slow motion. Damien's words were like a p
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
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 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
Damien’s P.O.VI turned slowly, my eyes falling on the charred remains of Gabriel’s body. The sight of him, lifeless on the floor, was jarring. It wasn’t the first time I had seen death, but it was different when it was someone who hadn’t deserved it. Gabriel had been a friend turned foe and friend again, caught in the crossfire of a war none of us truly understood. But there he was, reduced to ash and smoke, a tragic reminder of how easily life could be snatched away.I felt a deep pang of sorrow for him. The suddenness of it all, the horror of how quickly he had been taken from this world, left me hollow for a moment. I hadn’t even been able to protect him. He had come to me with hopes of escaping this conflict, with hopes of survival, and I had promised him that…only for it to come up empty.But as I lifted my gaze back to Elijah, I knew that sorrow wouldn’t stop me. It wouldn’t stop me from confronting him, from calling out everything that had been eating at me for so long. He may
Castiel’s P.O.VI could feel Damien tense the moment Elijah took a step forward, his dark boots clicking on the tiled floor with an ominous sound, like he owned the very ground beneath him. It was strange, watching these two men—half-brothers, born of the same mother but molded into completely different creatures. One stood in front of me, shielding me as if I were fragile. The other smirked, his hands loose at his sides, his stance casual but deceptively dangerous. Damien had come to stand in front of me the moment Elijah had set foot into the venue, his intent clear. I knew he truly didn’t see me as fragile, but he also didn’t want Elijah to get any ideas. Damien was protective of me, but it was a trait that also worried me to no end.“You’ve breached the treaty, Elijah,” Damien said, his voice steady but edged with warning. “You scouted my territory without permission. You know what that means.” Elijah chuckled, shaking his head like Damien had just told him a ridiculous joke. “C
Castiel’s P.O.VDamien looks over at me as the car comes to a halt outside the venue, his dark eyes steady as always, but I can see the faint flicker of concern beneath the calm surface. He gives me a small, reassuring smile. "Are you ready?"I exhale slowly, my heart racing despite the calm façade I try to maintain. "As ready as I'll ever be," I say, the words coming out more shaky than I intended. My nerves are a mess, but I can't afford to show it. Not now. Not with everything on the line.Damien gives a nod of approval, his grip on my hand tightening just slightly. I feel the reassurance in that touch—strong, unwavering. He exits the car first, his movements deliberate and confident. As he holds out his hand for me, I hesitate for a fraction of a second before taking it. The cool air hits my face as I step out of the car, and I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself.We walk down the red carpet, the pathway lined with floral arrangements and shimmering lights that bounce off
Castiel’s P.O.VI stand in front of the mirror, smoothing out the fabric of my teal-green suit. It’s a bold choice, but today feels like a day for boldness. The color matches the excitement and the nervous energy stirring inside me. The white shirt underneath complements it, simple yet elegant. My fingers tremble slightly as I adjust my tie, but I try to steady myself, trying not to think about everything that’s hanging on the balance today.Behind me, Damien stands in front of the mirror as well. His indigo suit is a stark contrast to mine, but it suits him perfectly, just like everything else about him. His hair is perfectly styled, every strand in place, and the sharpness of his features is highlighted by the cut of his suit. He looks... well, he looks like someone ready for a battle—but not one that’s fought with weapons. He looks like someone who’s preparing to make a declaration.“Are you ready?” Damien asks, his voice smooth and reassuring, though I can tell there’s a hint of s
Castiel’s P.O.VThe morning air is crisp as Damien and I walk side by side, the world around us still waking up. The sun peeks through the trees, casting soft golden rays over the park. We’re heading to see Celia, and despite the calm surroundings, I can feel the tension in the air, a reminder that the clock is ticking down to the engagement next week. There's a sense of urgency, an unspoken weight pressing on both of us, but right now, it’s just about Celia.She’s the only thing that keeps us grounded in all of this chaos.We arrive at th e park and find Celia already waiting for us, her eyes bright with excitement. She waves frantically, her usual energy bubbling over. And, of course, Mia, her best friend, is with her, her fiery red hair practically glowing in the sunlight.The guard who had brought her here from the school now bows to Damien and leaves the park. But I’m sure he’s going to be around s
Castiel’s P.O.VThe days leading up to the party blur into a whirlwind of tasks, preparations, and late-night conversations. Damien and I choose to work side by side, fine-tuning every detail, especially when it comes to security. We need to ensure that only the most powerful Alphas and omegas are present. No one else. The safety of the event, the guests, and ourselves was the main priority. It’s a lot to manage, but we’re a team, and there’s a strange comfort in that, in how we operate together, moving like clockwork, making everything fall into place.Damien has always been focused and meticulous in a way that borders on perfectionism. I’ve always admired that about him. But today, as we sit with the catalog in front of us, picking out venues for the party, something feels different. It’s a quiet tug in the back of my mind, pulling me toward one specific place. The images in the catalog flash by, each one more glam
Castiel’s P.O.VI watched as Dominic stood still for a few long moments, before he turned and climbed out of the pool, water dripping down in ripples from his perfectly toned form.Dominic’s eyes flickered with irritation as he wrapped a towel around himself, the soft fabric rustling as he stood facing me. His expression was guarded, still tinged with that trademark arrogance, but there was something in the way his jaw clenched that made me wonder if he was finally starting to crack."Look, Castiel," Dominic began, his tone harder than it needed to be, but I could tell the words were meant to mask something deeper. "Me and Damien... our relationship, it's built on decades of misunderstandings, mistrusts, and resentments. Nothing can fix that. Not now, not ever."I could feel my patience thinning, the weight of his words pressing down on me like a heavy storm cloud. I opened my mouth to respond, to try and make him see reason, but before I could get a word out, Tanner spoke up, his voi
Castiel’s P.O.VI ran a hand through my hair, feeling the weight of what I was about to ask. I could already tell that this conversation was going to drain me, but I had no choice. What I needed from him was something no one else could offer. Not many people had control over water, and it was something that could be the difference between success and failure in what was coming next.But of course, Dominic knew how to toy with people. And I could already feel his power playing out in subtle ways, his every movement calculated, deliberate. He was probably enjoying the discomfort he knew he was causing me, and he wasn’t about to let me off easy.Seeing my hesitation, he tilted his head slightly, amusement flickering in his dark eyes. “Are you having second thoughts about changing lovers, Castiel? It’s a big decision. I’m sure you’re still caught up in Damien’s charms.”I didn’t even let him finish. “I didn’t come here for that.” My voice was colder than I intended, but it didn’t matter.
Castiel’s P.O.V“Then let’s do this.” I finally told him, my voice firm, even though I couldn’t let go of the concern. “Let’s catch Elijah in his own game, make sure he never comes after us again.”I watched as Damien’s eyes lit up, that familiar spark of excitement crossing his face. He gave me that smile—the kind that made me want to trust him completely, to believe that everything would go as planned."Thanks for understanding, Castiel," he said, his voice warm with gratitude. But even as the words left his lips, I couldn't shake the gnawing feeling in my chest.I leaned forward slightly, meeting his gaze, my own expression far less assured. "I understand, but I'm still worried," I said, trying to keep the edge of concern out of my voice. "You see, Elijah not knowing about my powers—that's an advantage, but I’m not invincible, Damien. If he separates us, if he isol