Castiel’s P.O.VI stared at the stars, their shimmering light blurred by the restless thoughts racing through my mind. Two weeks ago, the memory of Damien calling out Gabriel’s name while unconscious at the hospital had seared itself into my heart like a brand. His grip on my hand had been tight, almost desperate, and though he hadn’t been fully awake, the way his voice had cracked when he said that name… haunted me.And now Stephan stood beside me, telling me that Damien had moved on? It felt like a cruel joke.I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head as I stared at the rippling water. “Moved on, huh? Is that what we’re calling it?”Stephan’s gaze settled on me, filled with a pity I didn’t want to see. “Castiel, I know what you’re thinking—”“No, you don’t,” I cut him off, my voice sharp. “You weren&rsquo
Damien’s P.O.V I hadn’t planned to confront Stephan, not really. But when I found him with Castiel, my mind went straight to anger. The sight of them together—so casually close, so at ease—hit me like a punch to the gut. I knew Stephan was loyal to his fiancé, and I had no reason to question that. But it didn't matter. I was beyond reason at that moment, consumed by a surge of emotions I wasn’t ready to confront.I had nearly walked up to them, ready to say something I would regret, maybe even do something I couldn’t take back. But I had stopped myself just in time. I wasn’t here for this. I wasn’t here to cause more problems, not when I had enough of my own.I had needed some air after the meeting with Andrea. So, I left for the gardens, my mind still a mss from the earlier confrontation. It had only taken a few minutes of walking in the cool evening breeze to get my emotions under control again. But then I had stepped in on Stephan and Castiel in a friendly embrace, and my mood had
Castiel’s P.O.V A week passed in a blur. It seemed like just yesterday I was sitting by the pool with Damien, laughing at how I managed to get under his skin. But now, the night of the casino opening had arrived. It was finally D-day.I was standing in my room, looking at myself in the mirror, adjusting the tie around my neck. The black suit I wore fit perfectly, but there was something different about tonight. It wasn’t just the fancy occasion—it was everything that had happened between Damien and me. A lot had shifted in those few days, and I wasn’t sure where exactly I stood anymore.As I finished adjusting my cuffs, I heard the adjacent door creak open. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. Damien’s presence filled the room like it always did, quiet but commanding.“You ready?” His voice was smooth, almost too calm.I turned, meeting his gaze. He looked as sharp as eve
Castiel’s P.O.V I step out of the car, the night air cool against my skin. I watch Stephan exit first, giving Damien a brief nod before opening the door for him. Damien doesn’t need any assistance, but Stephan is one of those types who takes his duties seriously, always playing the role of the perfect assistant. It’s almost amusing to watch.As Damien slides out of the car, I follow closely behind. The click of cameras immediately erupts in the air, flashes of light from the paparazzi lighting up the night. It’s not an uncommon sight for New York, but to think that a simple casino opening will have such an arrangement is a bit astounding. However, now that I can finally glimpse at the establishment…I can tell that nothing about this event seems remotely simple.Damien doesn’t even acknowledge them, which is exactly what they want. He doesn’t play the game—he never has. And yet, they still follow him, desperate to capture anything they can. It’s a dance, one that’s been perfected f
Castiel’s P.O.V I feel my breath leave me in a slow rush as I stare at Elijah. For a moment, the world around me fades into a blur, my eyes locked on his. My heart pounds in my chest, and the air feels heavier and thicker. There’s no mistaking it—his sharp features, the dark hair, those piercing green eyes. The same cold, unsettling smile.He’s the one…the same man from the hospital rooftop.But I can’t react. Not here. Not now.Because reacting to him will lead to question…questions that I had no answers for.What if he remembers me? What if he says something? The fear gnaws at me constantly, making it difficult for me to breathe. If Damien finds out…NO! I can’t let this happen.I’ll have to explain what happened on that rooftop—how Elijah found me, how we spoke, and the things we said that night. I’ll have to explain to Damien how Elijah had been s
Castiel’s P.O.VMy breath hitches as he strides across the room, smooth and confident. His steps are measured, almost like he’s walking down a runway, effortlessly turning heads as he passes by. It’s almost like everything else in the room blurs out of focus as I focus on him.He’s beautiful. And I don’t mean beautiful in the way most people think of—no, this is something different. It’s the kind of beauty that almost makes you want to look away because it feels like you’re staring at something you’re not supposed to see. His blonde hair catches the light, the strands glistening as he moves, and his blue eyes are piercing, a cold, unfeeling shade of ice. His build is delicate, not like most omegas, but like something you’d expect to see in an art piece, and it’s a sharp contrast to the surprisingly intimidating aura he carries with him.But what really knocks the breath out of me
Castiel’s P.O.V I step back instinctively when Gabriel locks the door behind him, my heart thudding rapidly in my chest. The click of the lock feels louder than it should, echoing through my thoughts like a warning. My eyes stay trained on him, watching as he stands there, calm and collected, almost like this entire situation is just another day at the office for him. But for me? It feels like a ticking bomb.“Why’d you lock the door?” I ask, my voice sharper than I intended. My gaze darts from the door to him, my body still tense and on alert. I don’t trust him. I don’t even know him. So why would he corner me in the washroom and lock the door?Gabriel smirks, a slow, calculating smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Because I need to talk to you,” he says as if that was the most obvious thing in the world. He takes a step toward me, his movements graceful and fluid, like he’s in comple
Castiel’s P.O.V I don’t know how long I’ve been standing here, hidden in the dim supply closet next to the washroom, or why I had even agreed to this ridiculous bet with Gabriel. But it was too late to back out now.The small space smells of cleaning supplies, the scent of bleach mixing with the stale air. My heart races as I press my back against the cool wall, my thoughts spiraling. Gabriel’s words echo in my mind, each one a cold reminder of the insecurities I’ve been fighting to bury.“Damien will always come back to me.” The words sting, even now, and I can’t stop myself from wondering if Gabriel’s right.I had hoped—prayed, really—that Damien had changed, that he had truly moved on. That this wasn’t some cruel game between the ex lovers, and Damien had truly chose me. But now, as I hear footsteps approaching, the hollow echo of them reverberating through the qu
Castiel’s P.O.VI can feel the tension crackling in the air between us, the heat of the moment sinking into my bones. Aaron's gaze shifts from the barrel of the gun to me, the sneer still curling his lips. He thinks he has the upper hand, still.“You think this will work?” Aaron growls, his eyes flicking down to the gun. “You think a simple bullet is going to stop me?”But I’ve had enough of this. Enough of his threats. Enough of this game of power.His hands are already moving, preparing to summon the ice again, but I don’t wait. I tighten my grip on his arm, pulling his hand closer, forcing him to feel the weight of my strength. His ice starts to form, the cold creeping in, but this time, I don’t give him the chance to get the upper hand.“Try it,” I mutter through clenched teeth. “Try to block me.”The confidence in his expression falters as I push ha
Castiel’s P.O.VThe air was crackling like the fuse of a bomb just waiting to explode. I can feel it deep in my bones—the roar of power swirling around me, the weight of it pressing down on everything. I keep my hand firmly on Damien’s shoulder, grounding myself, grounding him.He’s burning with power, his sleeves aflame, his hands crackling with fire as he counters Elijah’s electricity. I can see the sparks flying everywhere, and despite the chaos, I’m more focused on him than anything else. My heart pounds in my chest, my energy draining slowly, but I can’t let Damien see how much I’m struggling. Not yet.I’ve always known this moment was coming, the one where everything breaks down, where we’re pushed to the edge. But nothing prepares you for the full weight of a battle like this, not when everything you hold dear is at stake.The sound of the fighting is deafening. Our men are clashing with Elijah’s guards, their shouts and grunts filling the air, and the violence is everywhere in
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