Castiel’s P.O.V
I follow Damien down the long, polished hallway, the air thick with the scent of power—sharp, heavy, impossible to ignore. I keep my gaze low, watching the way the guards stationed along the walls shift when Damien passes. Each one lowers his head in submission, the kind of respect reserved only for someone at the very top of the chain.
The place is a masterpiece of luxury. Marble floors gleam under the soft light of chandeliers, and the walls are lined with ornate gold-framed mirrors and abstract art that probably costs more than I’ve ever make in my entire life. The air smells faintly of cedarwood and leather, a scent so rich it feels like it’s meant to remind you that you don’t belong here.
But what catches my attention is the presence of the men around me—Alphas and Betas, all of them strong, radiating authority and command. Their scents are unmistakable, and I can feel the intensity hummi
Castiel’s P.O.V The moment Damien leaves, the door clicking shut behind him, I feel my knees buckle. I can’t hold it in anymore. Celia is still in my arms when we hit the floor, and I clutch her tight, as if letting go would mean losing everything. My heart pounds against my ribcage, a mess of fear, anger, and relief tangled together.I pull back just enough to check her, running my hands over her arms, her legs, anywhere I can see. “Celia, did anyone hurt you?” My voice is low and shaky, betraying every ounce of the terror I’ve tried to keep buried.She shakes her head, her soft sea-green eyes meeting mine. “No, Cas, I’m okay. No one hurt me, I promise.”I examine her hands, turning them over to check for bruises or cuts, but her skin is smooth. I move to her legs, then her tiny wrists—looking for anything, any sign that these men did what men like them usually do.
Castiel’s P.O.V The next morning, I barely manage to sit up when there’s a knock at the door. Before I can answer, it swings open, and a tall man with blond hair and piercing blue eyes steps inside. He’s dressed casually, but there’s an ease in the way he carries himself that tells me he’s not someone to mess with."Castiel, right?" he asks, giving me a once-over. His voice is smooth, but there’s a sharpness beneath it that puts me on edge."Yeah," I reply, forcing myself to sit straighter.He steps further into the room and leans casually against the doorframe. "I’m Stephan. Damien’s right hand. From now on, I’ll be in charge of you until you’re properly trained. You’ll call me 'sir' if you know what’s good for you."The way he says it sends a chill down my spine. My mouth goes dry, and a sinking feeling settles in my stomach. Another one to obey,
Castiel’s P.O.V “What is it that you needed to ask?”I watch as Dr. Andrea finishes jotting down notes, a frown creasing her brow as she goes over the results once again.“You believe you don’t have any powers?” she finally asks, her voice laced with confusion.“Yeah,” I reply, trying to keep my tone steady, though uncertainty creeps in. “I mean, I’ve never had any powers. I’ve never felt special in any way or form. I’m already twenty-four. If I had any powers, wouldn’t they have manifested by now?”She shakes her head slowly, her expression thoughtful. “Castiel, it doesn’t matter if you have powers or not. As long as you’re an Alpha, you possess strength that surpasses normal humans, omegas, and betas. The rest is just something you can learn through training and practice.”I take a moment to absorb her wor
Castiel’s P.O.V I pause at the doorway with unease, just as I realize that my room is adjacent to Damien’s. And from the looks of it…he had been waiting for me.Is this what Stephan meant when he told me that I had gotten an opportunity that many would die for? That all I needed to do was ‘keep the boss happy’?Damien turns to face me then, a smirk playing on his lips, and I can’t help but feel a flutter of anxiety in my stomach.“Took you long enough, Castiel,” he says, his voice smooth like silk but laced with an undertone that sends a chill down my spine. “I thought you’d bore me to death with all that silence.”I shift my weight from one foot to the other, suddenly acutely aware of my presence in this stunningly decorated space. The reason for my room’s luxury hits me like a punch to the gut. I swallow hard, my nerves fraying. “Um, why…um…do you need me again today?” I ask, my voice faltering slightly. “We already… did it twice yesterday.”Damien’s laughter rings out, rich and mo
Castiel’s P.O.V The room was stifling. No matter how much I breathe, it feels like there’s never enough air. Damien’s hand presses down hard on the back of my neck, and I can feel the heat of his breath right behind my ear. His grip was firm—possessive—and yet it carried that same carelessness I’ve come to hate. Like I belong to him, like I’m just something to be used.And the worst part? I was starting to crave it; I was starting to want his calloused hands on me, taking me in ways I had never imagined before. Damien’s fingers twist through my hair, yanking me down before I even think of resisting. My knees hit the floor with a dull thud, and I wince at the pain that spreads through my legs. His smirk curls in satisfaction above me. The weight of humiliation crushes me before he even says a word. “Open up,” he orders casually, his tone laced with impatience. My eyes went there, to his cock straining through his pants, my mouth going dry.“Can you not do anything properly?” Damien
Castiel’s P.O.V The door clicked shut behind me, and I slumped against it, my body heavy with exhaustion and disgust. My legs ached, and as I shifted my weight, I felt it—sticky, wet, dripping down the inside of my thighs. My stomach churned.I forced myself forward, dragging my feet toward the small bathroom attached to the room they’d given me. I felt disconnected like I was moving underwater, every step weighed down by shame. I didn’t even look in the mirror. I couldn’t bear to see myself like this.Turning on the shower, I stepped under it, since all my clothing was still in Damien’s room, discarded on the floor. The water sputtered to life, and I climbed under the spray without waiting for it to warm. Ice-cold water crashed down over me, but I didn’t care. I needed to wash him off—‘all’ of him.I scrubbed my skin until it burned, dragging the soap across my arms, my chest,
Castiel’s P.O.V I raised both hands, palms out, trying to appear as non-threatening as possible. "I wasn’t sneaking around. I swear. I just—" I paused, scrambling to find the right words. "I just came out for some air. I haven’t been here long, and I couldn’t sleep."The man in the pool didn’t move, floating lazily in the water, his sharp gaze locked on me like a predator sizing up its prey. His silence pressed down on me like a weight, making my throat tighten."I... I work here now," I added quickly, trying to fill the uncomfortable gap. "It’s been a rough day, and I needed a break…so I came out for some air."For a moment, I thought he wasn’t going to respond. Then, with a sudden, smooth motion, he swam to the edge and pulled himself out of the water in one effortless move.That’s when I saw it—the resemblance.Even before he
Castiel’s P.O.V As I followed Stephan away from the pool, the sound of the water splashing behind me faded into the distance. I could still feel the unsettling energy from my encounter with Dominic lingering like an unwelcome ghost. I needed to clear my head, and I hoped talking to Stephan would help."What did he want?" Stephan asked, glancing sideways at me as we walked. His tone was casual, but I could sense the concern underlying his words.I shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant. "He just caught me off guard. I was out here looking for some fresh air, and I guess he decided to come and say hello."“Say hello? More like give you a midnight shower.” Stephan raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying my half-hearted explanation. "You were stalking him, weren’t you?" he teased, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.I shook my head, a nervous laugh escaping my lips. "No! I swear. I just stumbled
Damien’s P.O.V The fluorescent lights illuminated every corner of the lab, and the scent of antiseptic was sharp in the air, a smell I’d come to associate with Dr. Andrea’s domain. She was hunched over a glowing screen, her short blonde hair catching the light as her fingers moved rapidly across the keyboard. Despite the late hour, her energy was unwavering, a testament to her dedication—or maybe obsession—with her work.I cleared my throat to announce my presence. "Andrea. I hope the results are back?"She jumped slightly but didn’t bother looking up. "Damien. Right on time," she said, her voice clipped. "I was just about to call you.""Figured I’d save you the trouble." I leaned against the counter, crossing my arms. "You said you discovered something important?"She finally turned to face me, her eyes sharp behind her thin-rimmed glasses. "I have. And it’s... complicated.""Complicated how?" I asked, my patience already thinning.Andrea took a deep breath and motioned for me to co
Castiel’s P.O.V The soft hum of Celia’s breathing filled the small room as I sat beside her bed, watching her sleep. She looked so peaceful, her tiny hands clutching the edge of her blanket. For a moment, I felt a pang of guilt—was I doing the right thing by sending her away? She deserved safety, stability, and a chance to grow without the constant shadow of danger looming over her.The clock on the wall ticked softly, the only other sound in the room. I glanced at the time. It was well past midnight, but I couldn’t bring myself to lie down. Instead, I ran my hand over her packed bags, neatly arranged by the door. Everything was ready for her departure tomorrow. Everything except me.A deep sigh escaped my lips as I stood, my gaze lingering on Celia for a moment longer. “Sleep tight, kiddo,” I whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face. She murmured something incoherent but didn’t wa
Castiel’s P.O.V I stood outside Celia's door, my hand hovering over the doorknob, unsure if I was ready for what was about to happen. The conversation with Damian replayed in my mind, but it felt so distant, like a sound from another life.Sending Celia away was supposed to be the right thing to do. But no part of me felt that way. My stomach churned with guilt, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was about to break something precious, something that could never be fixed.I took a deep breath and turned the knob, pushing the door open.Celia was sitting on her bed, her shoulders slumped, her eyes fixed on the floor. She looked so small, so fragile in that moment, like a lost child in a world she didn’t understand. Her silence hit me harder than any words could. I wanted to walk over to her, to tell her everything was going to be okay, but I didn’t know if it would be.The moment she sa
Castiel’s P.O.V I stormed down the corridor, my mind a swirling storm of anger and fear, and by the time I reached Damien’s room, my blood was boiling. I didn’t bother knocking—I shoved the door open with enough force to make it slam against the wall.Damien was standing near the large glass window; phone pressed to his ear, his tone calm as he spoke to whoever was on the other end of the line. That infuriating composure of his only fueled my rage.“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I demanded my voice a shout that filled the room.He held up a finger, silently signaling me to be quiet as if I were a child throwing a tantrum. “Yes, I’ll handle this,” he said into the phone, his tone clipped. “We’ll discuss the details later.”I didn’t care who he was talking to or how important the call was. My vision tunneled on him, and
Castiel’s P.O.V The Synclair mansion felt quieter than usual as I walked down the long corridors toward the infirmary. The soft hum of distant voices and the faint echo of footsteps were the only sounds accompanying me.As per Damien’s strict instructions, Stephan had gone ahead for his blood test, and now it was my turn. Dr. Andrea had insisted on testing everyone who’d attended the meeting in Chicago—just in case something sinister had been slipped into the food or drinks. I didn’t think it was necessary, because if there was indeed something in the food then we’d have felt it by now, but Damien’s orders were non-negotiable.But the earlier incident had left a scar that wasn’t visible to the eye, and I was still reeling from the aftermath. The sight of watching the car blowing to splinters before my eyes, the crash of the other car, the loss of four lives…it all felt almost surreal.
Damien’s P.O.V The oppressive heat inside the car pressed down on me like a suffocating blanket, but I forced myself to focus. I couldn’t afford to lose control now. My palm pressed flat against the cold metal of the car door, and I concentrated on summoning my power. The familiar sensation of heat started to build in my chest, a flicker of red flames curling behind my closed eyes. It wasn’t enough yet. I needed more, and I needed it fast.Reed’s power was all over the car, threading through every electrical circuit like a silent predator. I could feel it, sharp and invasive, a cold blue light that clashed violently with the warmth of my energy. Every time I pushed, he pushed back harder, the sparks of his power zapping across my connection like static shocks. My jaw tightened, my teeth grinding together as I summoned everything I had."Damien, what are you doing?" Castiel’
Castiel’s P.O.V The car swerved violently, throwing me against the door as it careened down the winding road. My heart leaped to my throat when we narrowly missed a speeding SUV coming from the opposite direction, the headlights blinding for a split second before we were past. The screech of tires echoed in my ears, my pulse hammering so loudly I could barely hear my ragged breathing.“Dammit!” Stephan cursed from the front seat as he gripped the steering to steady himself, but the car was no longer under manual control. “This thing’s out of control!”The vehicle didn’t slow, weaving dangerously between lanes as if it had a mind of its own. My hands clawed at the door handle, uselessly trying to pry it open, but it was locked tight. Trapped. We were completely trapped in this mechanical death trap, and there wasn’t a damn thing we could do about it.
Castiel’s P.O.V The car’s engine hummed steadily as we cruised down the road, the scent of leather and faint cologne hanging thick in the air. I leaned back in my seat, turning my head to Damien, who sat beside me. He hadn’t said much since we’d left the estate, but that wasn’t unusual for him. Damien only spoke when he had something worth saying.“Did you manage to do it?” His voice broke the silence, smooth but firm, cutting through the dull sound of tires against asphalt. He didn’t look at me when he asked, but I could feel the tension in the car.I nodded slowly. “Yeah, I did.”“And?” His brow twitched, his tone shifting to something more curious. “What did you sense?”I hesitated. How could I even begin to explain what I felt back there? It wasn’t something you could j
Castiel’s P.O.V The morning light poured through the thin curtains, nudging me awake. I blinked at the unfamiliar ceiling, taking a moment to remember where I was. It didn’t take long for last night’s events to rush back into my mind.Groaning, I sat up, ruffling my hair as if that would wipe away the memory. Negotiations. Reed and Damien. As long as that wasn’t done, we’d be stuck here for god knows how long.I swung my legs off the bed and stretched, my muscles stiff from tossing and turning all night.A soft knock interrupted my thoughts.“Come in,” I called out, already knowing it would be Stephan. He had a knack for timing.He stepped in, his face bright and eager. “Good news. The deal’s done. We’re heading out this afternoon.”I blinked at him. “Wait, what? When did that happen? I thought we were supposed to stay another day.”