All Chapters of The Kingpin's Captive (Omegaverse): Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Castiel’s P.O.V The moment I stepped into the front office, I heard her before I saw her. “Castiel!” My heart leaped as Celia’s voice rang out, clear and full of excitement. She burst through the doorway like a tiny whirlwind, her braid bouncing behind her as she ran straight into my arms. I caught her mid-air and spun her around, her laughter like music I hadn’t heard in far too long. “I can’t believe it’s you!” she exclaimed, her voice muffled as she buried her face in my shoulder. “I missed you so much,” I said, my voice thick with emotion as I kissed her forehead, her cheeks, and the tip of her nose. “How have you been? Are they treating you well here? Are you eating enough?” The questions spilled out before I could stop myself. Celia pulled back just enough to look at me, her hands still gripping my shoulders. “I’m fine, Cas. Everything’s great here. But I missed you more!” She beamed, her smile wide and infectious. “Not possible,” I teased, hugging her tightly again. “No

Castiel’s P.O.V “Hey, I…I’ll be right back,” I told Damien, my voice a little more distant than I meant it to be. He didn’t seem to notice, too wrapped up in Celia’s excitement as she clutched the giant teddy bear to her chest, pointing out more toys for Damien to win. “I’ll just…find the washroom.”Damien gave me a brief nod, his attention already drifting back to the booth where he’d been trying his luck again. “Sure, take your time. I’ll look after Celia.”I forced a smile and nodded, then turned on my heel, walking away from them as quickly as I could without looking suspicious. I didn’t know why I needed to follow that shadowy figure in the crowd, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right…that I knew that person.I told myself it was probably nothing. A random person in the crowd. Maybe it was just the chaotic atmosphere of the carnival, with its flashing lights and buzzing noise, that was getting to me. But as I pushed through the crowd, scanning every face I

Castiel’s P.O.V The emerald on the ring caught the faint light of the room as I turned my hand again, watching how the gem gleamed like it was alive. I couldn’t stop staring. My finger felt strange, heavy with the weight of something so valuable. My throat tightened every time I remembered the price the auctioneer had mentioned to me. Two million dollars.Two. Million.“You’re going to bore a hole through that thing with how hard you’re staring at it.” Damien’s voice was calm and teasing as he stepped out of the closet, already dressed in a casual attire. “It’s just a ring, Cas.”“Just a ring?” I blurted, finally tearing my gaze away to glare at him. “This is two million dollars sitting on my finger, Damien. Do you have any idea how ridiculous that is? Who spends that kind of money on a ring?”“You’re acting like I handed you a Faberg&e

Damien’s P.O.V The warmth of Castiel’s body left mine as he stepped away, and I immediately felt its absence like a cold draft seeping into the room. My arms hung awkwardly at my sides, and disappointment flickered through me. Castiel avoided my eyes, his posture tense.I forced myself to focus on Stephan, who stood frozen in the doorway, a nervous energy radiating off him like heat from a flame. His gaze darted to Castiel and back to me, clearly realizing he’d walked in at the worst possible time.“There better be a good reason for this interruption,” I said, my voice cold and steady, though irritation laced every word.Stephan shifted uncomfortably, his usual confidence noticeably absent. “I… uh… it’s important,” he stammered, glancing at Castiel again like he was debating whether to speak in front of him.I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Castiel,&rdqu

Castiel’s P.O.V The sun beat down relentlessly as I made my way to the pool with Stephan by my side. My muscles were aching from the morning’s brutal training session. Damien had been particularly relentless, barking orders like he had something to prove. Not that it was unusual for him, but today it felt like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.I didn’t know what kind of conversation Damien had had with Stephan last night, but it had definitely put him in a bad mood.I glanced at Stephan, who looked just as worn out, though he carried it with his usual nonchalance. He stretched his arms over his head, his tank top damp with sweat. “Pool’s gonna feel amazing right about now,” he muttered, tugging at the strap of his bag.“Yeah,” I agreed, wiping the back of my neck. My mind, however, was elsewhere. Specifically, it was stuck on the conversation I’d walked out of