บททั้งหมดของ The Kingpin's Captive (Omegaverse): บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Castiel’s P.O.V As we made our way back to my room, the adrenaline from the confrontation with Dominic started to wear off, leaving me feeling like I had just run a marathon. My legs were still a little shaky, but the worst part was the nagging feeling of unease that wouldn't leave me.Stephan walked beside me, his usual calm demeanor in place, but there was a small smirk tugging at his lips. I could tell he was impressed by how I’d handled Dominic, even though I knew deep down that I wasn’t as confident as I’d let on.“That was impressive,” Stephan said, breaking the silence as we reached the door. “I didn’t think you had it in you to stand up to him like that.”I gave a small chuckle, shaking my head as I opened the door to my room. “Don’t be fooled, Stephan. I was scared as hell. Dominic’s a damn Special Alpha, and he can control water. The guy’s dangerous,

Castiel’s P.O.V The water rippled softly around my toes as I let my feet dangle in the pool. The evening air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of jasmine from the garden behind me. Overhead, the stars were beginning to dot the sky, their quiet brilliance a stark contrast to the unease swirling in my mind. Stephan had told me earlier that we were heading to a casino opening this weekend—a party hosted by someone dangerous. The word “dangerous” hung over me like a storm cloud, especially after how the auction involving Reed had went down. I’d asked him why Damien would even consider going to an event hosted by an enemy, but Stephan, true to form, had only offered a vague, “I’ll explain later.”So now, I was here, waiting for him by the pool, trying to enjoy the view and push down the uneasy questions clawing at my thoughts. The mansion looked breathtaking at night, its grand arches illuminated by soft golden lights. The gardens behind me were alive with the gentle hum of crickets an

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 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.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