Castiel's P.O.V
We 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
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 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
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
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
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
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.V As we made our way back to my room, the adrenaline from the confrontation with Dominic started to wear off, leaving me feeling like I had just run a marathon. My legs were still a little shaky, but the worst part was the nagging feeling of unease that wouldn't leave me.Stephan walked beside me, his usual calm demeanor in place, but there was a small smirk tugging at his lips. I could tell he was impressed by how I’d handled Dominic, even though I knew deep down that I wasn’t as confident as I’d let on.“That was impressive,” Stephan said, breaking the silence as we reached the door. “I didn’t think you had it in you to stand up to him like that.”I gave a small chuckle, shaking my head as I opened the door to my room. “Don’t be fooled, Stephan. I was scared as hell. Dominic’s a damn Special Alpha, and he can control water. The guy’s dangerous,
Castiel’s P.O.V I could feel the tension in the air before Dominic even moved, but when he slid into the pool with that damn smirk still plastered on his face and still fully clothed, I knew things were about to get complicated. He was the kind of person who thrived on making everything a game. And right now? I wasn’t in the mood to play.I exchanged a glance with Stephan, his face tightening as he noticed the same thing I did.“We should get out of here now,” I muttered, my voice low but urgent. I began to push myself up out of the water, my muscles stiff from the training earlier.But as I moved to pull my leg out of the pool, something strange happened. It felt like the water was… resisting me. Not in a natural way, like the usual drag of the water, but like something was *holding* me down. I froze, trying again, but no matter how hard I pulled, my leg wouldn’t budge.“Stephan,”
Castiel’s P.O.V The sun beat down relentlessly as I made my way to the pool with Stephan by my side. My muscles were aching from the morning’s brutal training session. Damien had been particularly relentless, barking orders like he had something to prove. Not that it was unusual for him, but today it felt like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.I didn’t know what kind of conversation Damien had had with Stephan last night, but it had definitely put him in a bad mood.I glanced at Stephan, who looked just as worn out, though he carried it with his usual nonchalance. He stretched his arms over his head, his tank top damp with sweat. “Pool’s gonna feel amazing right about now,” he muttered, tugging at the strap of his bag.“Yeah,” I agreed, wiping the back of my neck. My mind, however, was elsewhere. Specifically, it was stuck on the conversation I’d walked out of
Damien’s P.O.VFor a moment, the world around me felt muted. The invitation in my hand seemed heavier than it had any right to be, the weight pressing into my palm as if it carried all the ghosts I’d tried to bury. Elijah. Gabriel. Their names might as well have been written in blood.I stared at the card, my vision tunneling on the elegant, mocking script. *The Black Mirage. Grand Opening.* The words were etched in gold, but all I could see was red.“Damien?” Stephan’s voice cut through the fog, tentative, cautious.The sound jolted me, and I threw the card onto my desk as though it had burned me. The motion was sharp, almost violent, and the card fluttered for a moment before landing flat against the polished wood. I turned my back to Stephan, needing to hide the storm I knew was written all over my face.I felt his hesitation behind me before he spoke. “Should I decline the invitation?”
Damien’s P.O.V The warmth of Castiel’s body left mine as he stepped away, and I immediately felt its absence like a cold draft seeping into the room. My arms hung awkwardly at my sides, and disappointment flickered through me. Castiel avoided my eyes, his posture tense.I forced myself to focus on Stephan, who stood frozen in the doorway, a nervous energy radiating off him like heat from a flame. His gaze darted to Castiel and back to me, clearly realizing he’d walked in at the worst possible time.“There better be a good reason for this interruption,” I said, my voice cold and steady, though irritation laced every word.Stephan shifted uncomfortably, his usual confidence noticeably absent. “I… uh… it’s important,” he stammered, glancing at Castiel again like he was debating whether to speak in front of him.I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Castiel,&rdqu
Damien’s P.O.V I’ve seen Castiel put on a brave face for as long as I’ve known him. Always composed, always in control, like he carried the world on his shoulders but never let it crush him. But tonight, as I stood there holding him, I realized just how much weight he’d been carrying.“Hey,” I whispered, tightening my arms around him. His body was warm but trembling against mine. “What’s wrong? Castiel, talk to me.”At first, he didn’t say anything. His head was pressed against my chest, and I could feel the uneven rhythm of his breathing. His fingers curled into the fabric of my shirt like he was anchoring himself, like if he let go, he might drift away.“It’s nothing,” he muttered, his voice barely audible. “I’m fine.”I didn’t buy that for a second. “You’re not fine.” I pulled back just enough to tilt his chin
Castiel’s P.O.V The emerald on the ring caught the faint light of the room as I turned my hand again, watching how the gem gleamed like it was alive. I couldn’t stop staring. My finger felt strange, heavy with the weight of something so valuable. My throat tightened every time I remembered the price the auctioneer had mentioned to me. Two million dollars.Two. Million.“You’re going to bore a hole through that thing with how hard you’re staring at it.” Damien’s voice was calm and teasing as he stepped out of the closet, already dressed in a casual attire. “It’s just a ring, Cas.”“Just a ring?” I blurted, finally tearing my gaze away to glare at him. “This is two million dollars sitting on my finger, Damien. Do you have any idea how ridiculous that is? Who spends that kind of money on a ring?”“You’re acting like I handed you a Faberg&e
Castiel’s P.O.V Celia clutched her carnival goodies tightly, almost drowning in a sea of toys, looking up at me with her usual wide-eyed excitement. We were standing in front of her school gate, and it was time to say goodbye again, until next time. The Principal stood a few feet away, waiting to escort her inside.“You sure you don’t want to come in with me, Castiel?” she asked, her voice a little hesitant but more excited than anything. “I could show you my classroom! My friends would love to meet you.”I chuckled softly, crouching down to her level. “You go ahead, sweetheart, it’s getting close to bedtime. Go show your friends all those souvenirs you got them.”Her eyes sparkled. “I’m going to tell them all about the big bear I won! I’ll share some of the candy too!” She held up a small bag of candy she’d pocketed from the carnival, smiling proudly at
Castiel’s P.O.V “Hey, I…I’ll be right back,” I told Damien, my voice a little more distant than I meant it to be. He didn’t seem to notice, too wrapped up in Celia’s excitement as she clutched the giant teddy bear to her chest, pointing out more toys for Damien to win. “I’ll just…find the washroom.”Damien gave me a brief nod, his attention already drifting back to the booth where he’d been trying his luck again. “Sure, take your time. I’ll look after Celia.”I forced a smile and nodded, then turned on my heel, walking away from them as quickly as I could without looking suspicious. I didn’t know why I needed to follow that shadowy figure in the crowd, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right…that I knew that person.I told myself it was probably nothing. A random person in the crowd. Maybe it was just the chaotic atmosphere of the carnival, with its flashing lights and buzzing noise, that was getting to me. But as I pushed through the crowd, scanning every face I