All Chapters of The Kingpin's Captive (Omegaverse): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Castiel’s P.O.V “Pathetic. Just plain stupid. You terrible, terrible fool— and No- I do not want to hear an explanation!" Oliver, the manager of the restaurant and also my boss, screamed at me at the top of his lungs as I rose from the floor slowly, where I had been picking up shards of the broken plate.The young lady standing beside him smirked wider, her expression and posture showing someone that had achieved a certain type of victory. And maybe she had.“Sir…I swear I didn't do anything. I've been picking up the shards of this plate—” I started but was immediately cut short again. He was visibly angry, but then again, he was always angry. With me, anyways.“And who exactly threw the plate on the floor, Castiel? You're acting like the shards suddenly appeared there on their own!” He barked, approaching me stealthily as I backed up against the wall.I tried to think back to how I had landed in this position in the first place, and realized it all started with the woman and her fri

Castiel’s P.O.V Damien’s breath was hot against my neck, and I couldn’t suppress the shiver that ran down my spine. I grit my teeth, trying to focus on anything else—anything but the weight of him pressing into me, the feeling of his hands moving over my body like he has some kind of right to it.The room is dark, but the feeling of his hands on my body kept me grounded to the here and now, making sure I knew exactly what was happening.I knew what he wanted, after all, Damien’s interest in men was no secret. But I never imagined myself as his next victim…how the hell had I ended up in this scenario? Why was I so powerless to stop this?“Stop.” I grit out, yet another futile attempt to break free from the binds. “No!”But the metallic snap of his knife jolts me back to reality. I felt the cold tip of his blade glide against my chest, slipping under the fabric of my shirt. Then, the sound of fabric tearing fills the silence. My shirt falls away in jagged pieces, baring me to his eyes.

Castiel’s P.O.VI closed my eyes, trying to block out the sensations that threatened to overwhelm me. I knew my orgasm was close too, my dick twitched with want, but I refused to give in to this insane desire.What the hell had gotten into me? Why was I getting turned on by this humiliation? Why…was I starting to like this?No! It couldn’t be possible!But before I could fully process what was happening, his lips claimed mine once again, and I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me. I was spent, physically and emotionally drained from the ordeal I had endured."Please," I begged, my voice barely a whisper. "Enough."But Damien's touch was relentless, his desire burning like a fire that refused to be extinguished.And then, with a brutality that stole the breath from my lungs, Damien took what he wanted from me once again. I gritted my teeth, trying to push back the rising tide of pain and humiliation.But Damien paid no heed to my pleas, his hunger driving him onward. And so I endured

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 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,