All Chapters of The Kingpin's Captive (Omegaverse): Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Castiel’s P.O.V “What are you talking about?” I asked, my voice betraying the confusion and frustration swirling inside me. “How can I have powers I don’t even know about? How did you find out before I did?”Damien crossed his arms, leaning casually against the edge of the desk like we were discussing the weather. His calm demeanor only added to my frustration. “Because you’ve always had them, Castiel. You just didn’t know it. You’ve lived your entire life unaware of what you’re capable of because no one ever showed you how to use it.”I shook my head, my mind racing. “That doesn’t make sense. If I had powers, wouldn’t I have felt something? Wouldn’t I have noticed?”Damien’s smirk returned, the one that always made me feel like a naive child being lectured by an all-knowing teacher. “Not necessarily. Your powers aren’t

Damien’s P.O.V The room felt colder than usual, the harsh lights bouncing off the polished floors. My arms were crossed, my expression neutral, as I watched Felix move with the precision of a predator, his strikes sharp and relentless.Castiel, on the other hand, looked like a cornered animal, smaller, weaker, barely keeping himself upright. He had speed, I’d give him that, darting away just in time to avoid the brunt of Felix’s punches, but it wasn’t enough. Not by a long shot.“Move faster,” I muttered under my breath, though I knew he couldn’t hear me.Felix lunged, his fist grazing Castiel’s side as he twisted at the last second. Castiel stumbled but stayed on his feet, his chest heaving. His small victories were short-lived, though, as Felix immediately swung again, this time landing a solid hit to Castiel’s shoulder that sent him sprawling to the ground. He scrambled to his feet

Damien’s P.O.V I carried Castiel into my room, his limp body weighing heavier on my arms than it should. His pale face, usually so composed, was marred by bruises that twisted my stomach in knots. I tried to ignore the blood that streaked his temple and the small cuts on his hands. Anger simmered low in my chest, threatening to boil over.I should’ve intervened sooner. It was partially my fault that Felix had managed to go this far.Gently, I laid him down on the black comforter of my bed, its soft fabric a stark contrast to the violence that had been done to him. His breaths were shallow, but they were steady, and that gave me a sliver of hope.“Dr. Andrea,” I called, my voice clipped and commanding as I grabbed the intercom on my desk. “Get to my room. Now.”Her response came immediately, calm and professional. “On my way.”I sat down on a chair by the bed, my eyes fixed on

Castiel’s P.O.V Did I…did I just hear him right?‘But your room…doesn’t have me.’Fuck!I swallowed my saliva audibly, my eyes wide and still fixated on Damien’s perfect form. I couldn’t help the way my body reacted to that statement…to him.“Dam—”He tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable. “You’re injured. You still need to rest.”I frowned, the confusion warring with something deeper, something I didn’t want to name. “And since when do you care about whether I rest or not?”Damien’s jaw tightened, but instead of snapping at me like I expected, he stepped closer. The heat of his presence was almost tangible now, and it took everything in me not to retreat, or worse…reach out to touch him.“Since you pushed yourself to the brink,” he said, his voice low, almost a growl. “You mastered your power, Castiel. That wasn’t easy, but you made it through. But it took a lot from you.”The words caught me off guard, stealing the air from my lungs. Praise? From Damien? It was rare, l

Castiel’s P.O.VThe morning sunlight streamed through the large windows, painting the dining table in shades of gold. It was the kind of quiet morning I cherished—rare and fleeting in Damien’s world.The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries was inviting, a small semblance of normalcy I hadn’t realized I missed. Damien sat at the head of the table, calm and unreadable as always, sipping his coffee in silence.Stephan and I had thought that Damien joining us would create a tense atmosphere, but surprisingly, it didn’t. Damien seemed to read through the morning news on his phone while the three of us enjoyed the peaceful environment, wondering what to do next for the day.But, of course, peace never lasted long in this house.The moment Dominic strolled into the room; I could feel the shift in the air. He had that kind of energy, like a storm brewing just below the surface. His sharp blue eyes found me immediately, and his lips curved into a smirk that I already didn’t trust.