Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Kingpin's Captive (Omegaverse): Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Damien’s P.O.VI stand by the large glass window in my room, staring out at the garden. The trees sway gently in the wind, their leaves rustling in a way that should be calming, but it only seems to make my thoughts more chaotic. The faint glow of streetlights beyond the garden casts an eerie light on everything, but I hardly notice. All I can think about is Castiel. Where the hell is he?Two days. It’s been two days since I last saw him. Two days since he drove off in my car, taking his sister Celia with him. The thought gnawed at me like a constant ache in my chest.I’ve asked myself a hundred times why he did it. Why take Celia? Why disappear like this? Castiel, the one person who seemed to understand me, the one person I allowed myself to trust—gone.Stephan had asked me if he wanted to spread a red alert, to have all our resources search for Castiel. It was one of the surest ways to find him. But it wasn’t the right one.I didn’t want anyone else involved in this. I didn’t want t

Castiel’s P.O.VThe smell of grilled fish filled the air, mingling with the salty breeze drifting in from the ocean just a few blocks away. The restaurant was small and cozy, the kind of place where everyone knew each other, where the regulars came in every afternoon to talk about their day over a plate of fresh seafood. It was peaceful. It was steady. And for the first time in a long time, I felt like I could breathe again. I wiped my hands on my apron as I stepped out from behind the counter, balancing two plates in my hands. The customers at table five grinned as I set their food down, exchanging pleasantries as I smiled back. It wasn’t much, this life I had built in the past week, but it was enough to keep me standing. Enough to keep me from drowning in the weight of everything I had lost. South Beach, Staten Islands, wasn’t all that far from New York, but still, it felt like a fresh start. All thanks to Tanner,

 Castiel’s P.O.VMy heart pounded in my chest as I watched the figure in front of me—tall, poised, and undeniably familiar. Elijah. A part of me felt my breath catch in my throat, but I shoved it aside, refusing to let any emotion show. Instead, my instincts kicked in, and before I could think, I stood quickly, stepping in front of Celia to shield her from whatever Elijah might throw at us next.I glanced at her, my voice low and urgent. “Celia, go to Tanner. Stay with him. Don’t come back until I find you.” I didn’t wait for her response; I couldn’t. I needed to get her away from Elijah. She hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering between Elijah and me, but the fear in them was enough to make her nod, even if she didn’t fully understand the danger.“Stay safe, Castiel,” she whispered before turning to run off, disappearing into the distance.The second she was o

Castiel’s P.O.VThe moment I stepped through the door of the restaurant, the familiar buzz of conversation and the sizzle of cooking in the kitchen surrounded me, but it all felt distant. My mind was still reeling from the confrontation on the beach. I hadn’t expected Elijah to show up, let alone make such a dramatic display of power. It was hard to shake the feeling that he was still out there, watching, waiting for the right moment to strike. But for now, I just needed to breathe. I needed to focus on something else, something that would center me again.I spotted Celia right away, sitting with Lana at one of the tables, her face glowing with the kind of warmth that only comfort could bring. Lana was feeding her grilled squid, and for a second, I wondered how such a small thing could make her smile so brightly. She looked so carefree, so innocent like she hadn’t just been through the whirlwind of the last few days.When I app

Castiel’s P.O.VI don’t know how I ended up outside. One second, I was choking on my own thoughts inside that rundown restaurant, and the next, Damien had me thrown over his shoulders as he walked toward the door. His grip on me was firm and unyielding, but it’s not the physical force that gets to me—it’s the weight of the silence between us. I can feel his anger like a pulse in the air, and it makes my chest tighten. My head feels foggy, and for a brief, dizzying moment, I can’t even process what’s happening.The world tilts under my feet as soon as he sets me down, and I almost stumble. My legs don’t feel like they belong to me anymore, like they’re just along for the ride. Damien’s hand shoots out, grabbing me by the waist, and pulls me close, before I can stumble and fall.I barely have time to register the heat of his body before he steadies me, his arm wrapped around me like a lifeline. I want to say something, anything, but the words get stuck in my throat. What do you even say