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 moment Damien leaves, the door clicking shut behind him, I feel my knees buckle. I can’t hold it in anymore. Celia is still in my arms when we hit the floor, and I clutch her tight, as if letting go would mean losing everything. My heart pounds against my ribcage, a mess of fear, anger, and relief tangled together.I pull back just enough to check her, running my hands over her arms, her legs, anywhere I can see. “Celia, did anyone hurt you?” My voice is low and shaky, betraying every ounce of the terror I’ve tried to keep buried.She shakes her head, her soft sea-green eyes meeting mine. “No, Cas, I’m okay. No one hurt me, I promise.”I examine her hands, turning them over to check for bruises or cuts, but her skin is smooth. I move to her legs, then her tiny wrists—looking for anything, any sign that these men did what men like them usually do.
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,
Castiel’s P.O.V “What is it that you needed to ask?”I watch as Dr. Andrea finishes jotting down notes, a frown creasing her brow as she goes over the results once again.“You believe you don’t have any powers?” she finally asks, her voice laced with confusion.“Yeah,” I reply, trying to keep my tone steady, though uncertainty creeps in. “I mean, I’ve never had any powers. I’ve never felt special in any way or form. I’m already twenty-four. If I had any powers, wouldn’t they have manifested by now?”She shakes her head slowly, her expression thoughtful. “Castiel, it doesn’t matter if you have powers or not. As long as you’re an Alpha, you possess strength that surpasses normal humans, omegas, and betas. The rest is just something you can learn through training and practice.”I take a moment to absorb her wor
Castiel’s P.O.V I pause at the doorway with unease, just as I realize that my room is adjacent to Damien’s. And from the looks of it…he had been waiting for me.Is this what Stephan meant when he told me that I had gotten an opportunity that many would die for? That all I needed to do was ‘keep the boss happy’?Damien turns to face me then, a smirk playing on his lips, and I can’t help but feel a flutter of anxiety in my stomach.“Took you long enough, Castiel,” he says, his voice smooth like silk but laced with an undertone that sends a chill down my spine. “I thought you’d bore me to death with all that silence.”I shift my weight from one foot to the other, suddenly acutely aware of my presence in this stunningly decorated space. The reason for my room’s luxury hits me like a punch to the gut. I swallow hard, my nerves fraying. “Um, why…um…do you need me again today?” I ask, my voice faltering slightly. “We already… did it twice yesterday.”Damien’s laughter rings out, rich and mo
Castiel’s P.O.V The room was stifling. No matter how much I breathe, it feels like there’s never enough air. Damien’s hand presses down hard on the back of my neck, and I can feel the heat of his breath right behind my ear. His grip was firm—possessive—and yet it carried that same carelessness I’ve come to hate. Like I belong to him, like I’m just something to be used.And the worst part? I was starting to crave it; I was starting to want his calloused hands on me, taking me in ways I had never imagined before. Damien’s fingers twist through my hair, yanking me down before I even think of resisting. My knees hit the floor with a dull thud, and I wince at the pain that spreads through my legs. His smirk curls in satisfaction above me. The weight of humiliation crushes me before he even says a word. “Open up,” he orders casually, his tone laced with impatience. My eyes went there, to his cock straining through his pants, my mouth going dry.“Can you not do anything properly?” Damien
Castiel’s P.O.V The door clicked shut behind me, and I slumped against it, my body heavy with exhaustion and disgust. My legs ached, and as I shifted my weight, I felt it—sticky, wet, dripping down the inside of my thighs. My stomach churned.I forced myself forward, dragging my feet toward the small bathroom attached to the room they’d given me. I felt disconnected like I was moving underwater, every step weighed down by shame. I didn’t even look in the mirror. I couldn’t bear to see myself like this.Turning on the shower, I stepped under it, since all my clothing was still in Damien’s room, discarded on the floor. The water sputtered to life, and I climbed under the spray without waiting for it to warm. Ice-cold water crashed down over me, but I didn’t care. I needed to wash him off—‘all’ of him.I scrubbed my skin until it burned, dragging the soap across my arms, my chest,
Castiel’s P.O.V I raised both hands, palms out, trying to appear as non-threatening as possible. "I wasn’t sneaking around. I swear. I just—" I paused, scrambling to find the right words. "I just came out for some air. I haven’t been here long, and I couldn’t sleep."The man in the pool didn’t move, floating lazily in the water, his sharp gaze locked on me like a predator sizing up its prey. His silence pressed down on me like a weight, making my throat tighten."I... I work here now," I added quickly, trying to fill the uncomfortable gap. "It’s been a rough day, and I needed a break…so I came out for some air."For a moment, I thought he wasn’t going to respond. Then, with a sudden, smooth motion, he swam to the edge and pulled himself out of the water in one effortless move.That’s when I saw it—the resemblance.Even before he
Castiel’s P.O.V As I followed Stephan away from the pool, the sound of the water splashing behind me faded into the distance. I could still feel the unsettling energy from my encounter with Dominic lingering like an unwelcome ghost. I needed to clear my head, and I hoped talking to Stephan would help."What did he want?" Stephan asked, glancing sideways at me as we walked. His tone was casual, but I could sense the concern underlying his words.I shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant. "He just caught me off guard. I was out here looking for some fresh air, and I guess he decided to come and say hello."“Say hello? More like give you a midnight shower.” Stephan raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying my half-hearted explanation. "You were stalking him, weren’t you?" he teased, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.I shook my head, a nervous laugh escaping my lips. "No! I swear. I just stumbled
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
Castiel’s P.O.V The morning air was sharp, the kind of cold that bit into your skin and woke you up faster than any coffee could. I stood in the training yard, my breath visible in the chill. Normally, Stephan would be here, barking out instructions while I begrudgingly followed. But not today.Today, Damien stood across from me, his imposing figure casting a long shadow over the frost-dappled ground.Damien didn’t bother with pleasantries. “Warm up,” he said curtly, folding his arms. His tone made it clear that he wasn’t in the mood for excuses or delays.I started the usual routine—push-ups, lunges, sprints across the yard—trying to shake off the unease sitting heavy in my chest. I’d spent the entire night replaying our conversation, Damien’s words about my powers looping in my head like a broken record. A Catalyst. Someone who could amplify or suppress powers. It still didn’t
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
Castiel’s P.O.V Damien’s chambers always had a suffocating air to them. Maybe it was the heavy drapes that blocked out the sunlight or the low-burning fire casting shadows that danced like predators on the walls. As I stepped inside, summoned like some loyal lapdog, I found him already waiting. He was seated in his usual chair, his posture straight and commanding, as if the entire world bent to his will. And maybe it did."You’re late," he said, his voice calm but carrying that unmistakable edge of irritation."Sorry," I mumbled, closing the door behind me. My heart was still heavy after seeing my sister off safely, but there was no room to show weakness here. Not with Damien.The calming aura had disappeared from around him and his scent was stronger now, harsher, as if it was attuned to his every mood. It put me on edge as to what was to come next.He gestured for me to sit, but the way his eyes locked on mine told me this
Damien’s P.O.V The fluorescent lights illuminated every corner of the lab, and the scent of antiseptic was sharp in the air, a smell I’d come to associate with Dr. Andrea’s domain. She was hunched over a glowing screen, her short blonde hair catching the light as her fingers moved rapidly across the keyboard. Despite the late hour, her energy was unwavering, a testament to her dedication—or maybe obsession—with her work.I cleared my throat to announce my presence. "Andrea. I hope the results are back?"She jumped slightly but didn’t bother looking up. "Damien. Right on time," she said, her voice clipped. "I was just about to call you.""Figured I’d save you the trouble." I leaned against the counter, crossing my arms. "You said you discovered something important?"She finally turned to face me, her eyes sharp behind her thin-rimmed glasses. "I have. And it’s... complicated.""Complicated how?" I asked, my patience already thinning.Andrea took a deep breath and motioned for me to com
Castiel’s P.O.V The soft hum of Celia’s breathing filled the small room as I sat beside her bed, watching her sleep. She looked so peaceful, her tiny hands clutching the edge of her blanket. For a moment, I felt a pang of guilt—was I doing the right thing by sending her away? She deserved safety, stability, and a chance to grow without the constant shadow of danger looming over her.The clock on the wall ticked softly, the only other sound in the room. I glanced at the time. It was well past midnight, but I couldn’t bring myself to lie down. Instead, I ran my hand over her packed bags, neatly arranged by the door. Everything was ready for her departure tomorrow. Everything except me.A deep sigh escaped my lips as I stood, my gaze lingering on Celia for a moment longer. “Sleep tight, kiddo,” I whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face. She murmured something incoherent but didn’t wa
Castiel’s P.O.V I stood outside Celia's door, my hand hovering over the doorknob, unsure if I was ready for what was about to happen. The conversation with Damian replayed in my mind, but it felt so distant, like a sound from another life.Sending Celia away was supposed to be the right thing to do. But no part of me felt that way. My stomach churned with guilt, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was about to break something precious, something that could never be fixed.I took a deep breath and turned the knob, pushing the door open.Celia was sitting on her bed, her shoulders slumped, her eyes fixed on the floor. She looked so small, so fragile in that moment, like a lost child in a world she didn’t understand. Her silence hit me harder than any words could. I wanted to walk over to her, to tell her everything was going to be okay, but I didn’t know if it would be.The moment she sa
Castiel’s P.O.V I stormed down the corridor, my mind a swirling storm of anger and fear, and by the time I reached Damien’s room, my blood was boiling. I didn’t bother knocking—I shoved the door open with enough force to make it slam against the wall.Damien was standing near the large glass window; phone pressed to his ear, his tone calm as he spoke to whoever was on the other end of the line. That infuriating composure of his only fueled my rage.“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I demanded my voice a shout that filled the room.He held up a finger, silently signaling me to be quiet as if I were a child throwing a tantrum. “Yes, I’ll handle this,” he said into the phone, his tone clipped. “We’ll discuss the details later.”I didn’t care who he was talking to or how important the call was. My vision tunneled on him, and
Castiel’s P.O.V The Synclair mansion felt quieter than usual as I walked down the long corridors toward the infirmary. The soft hum of distant voices and the faint echo of footsteps were the only sounds accompanying me.As per Damien’s strict instructions, Stephan had gone ahead for his blood test, and now it was my turn. Dr. Andrea had insisted on testing everyone who’d attended the meeting in Chicago—just in case something sinister had been slipped into the food or drinks. I didn’t think it was necessary, because if there was indeed something in the food then we’d have felt it by now, but Damien’s orders were non-negotiable.But the earlier incident had left a scar that wasn’t visible to the eye, and I was still reeling from the aftermath. The sight of watching the car blowing to splinters before my eyes, the crash of the other car, the loss of four lives…it all felt almost surreal.