Todos los capítulos de The Kingpin's Captive (Omegaverse): Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Damien’s P.O.V I let Gabriel’s lips linger on mine for a few more seconds, the coolness of his touch no longer causing my heart to race. It doesn’t flutter like it used to when he’d kiss me when we were together a decade ago. It doesn’t spark my desire or make butterflies erupt in my stomach like it used to. It all feels like a lifetime ago, and now, he was nothing more than a stranger.Instead, all I feel is a sharp, sickening disgust. What was once a thrilling sensation now feels like the hollow press of ice against my skin, draining everything good from me. The kiss that once ignited my passions now extinguishes them, makes my skin crawl.I break away from him, gripping his neck roughly, and using every ounce of strength to force him off me. His eyes widen in surprise, but I can’t bring myself to care about the look in them. He’s just a manipulator, a disgusting piece of shit that, the trash that had

Castiel’s P.O.VAs I turned to leave, Stephan’s grip tightened around my wrist, firm yet steady, as though he could physically tether me to reason. His eyes, dark and sincere, searched mine for something—understanding, perhaps. Restraint. But I had none left to give. “Castiel,” he said softly, his voice measured. “Don’t do anything rash.” I exhaled sharply through my nose, my shoulders stiffening. The heat of my anger hadn't faded, nor had the betrayal that gnawed at my insides like a festering wound. Rash? He thought I was being rash? How could he not know that my insides were being ripped apart by Damien’s betrayal?“I understand you’re upset,” Stephan continued, his fingers still wrapped around my wrist. “But don’t let your emotions cloud your judgment. Whatever you think you saw—whatever you believe about Damien—give it time. He’ll explain.” I yanked my hand free. “Time? You think time will change what I already know?” My voice came out lower than I intended, rough with someth

Damien’s P.O.VThe music was loud, the laughter louder, but none of it reached me. I stood frozen in the middle of the lobby, scanning the faces of the guests who milled about, each of them oblivious to the storm raging inside me. I couldn’t find him. Where the hell is Castiel? I searched the crowd again, my eyes darting from face to face. There had to be something—some sign—anything. But nothing. He wasn’t here. I felt my pulse quicken. This wasn’t like him. Castiel never left a scene without letting me know where he was going. Never. Yet there I was, standing in the heart of a party in enemy territory, surrounded by people who seemed perfectly at ease, and my lover was nowhere to be found. I took a breath and pulled my phone from my pocket. My hands were shaking, but I dialed his number anyway. The ring echoed in my ears, and I clenched my jaw. **Voicemail.*

Damien’s P.O.VI stood there, my mind reeling, as Stephan’s words settled in like heavy stones sinking to the bottom of a river. *It’s too late.* Those words hit me harder than I cared to admit. But I couldn’t let it end this way. Not like this. Not after everything Castiel and I had been through.I clenched my fists, trying to control the seething rage inside me. “You’re wrong,” I muttered, but even I wasn’t sure I believed myself. “I know I screwed up. I know I walked right into Gabriel’s trap like an idiot, but I never expected him to go after Castiel. He used me. He manipulated me, Stephan. I didn’t know.”Stephan didn’t respond right away. He just stared at me, his expression unreadable. I could feel the weight of his judgment, though. I hated it, but I couldn’t blame him. I had messed up. Big time.I ran my hand through my hair, pacing back and forth

Damien’s P.O.VI stared at the ring for what felt like an eternity, my grip tightening around it, the cold metal digging into my palm. It was supposed to mean something more than this. I had chosen it for him, picked it out with the hope that it would be a sign—a symbol of the good he had brought into my life, a representation of everything I’d never been able to express to him in words. Instead, I had handed it to him carelessly, like it was just a trinket, a piece of jewelry meant to impress, not something that held the weight of my feelings.I remembered the ride back from the carnival, the happiest day of my life. Castiel had been telling me how the carnival only held things for children and he hadn't been able to buy anything to bring back for Stephan.That’s when I had handed the box to him…casually tossing it as if it was just another souvenir. I had been nervous, I had been anxious for his reaction…but now, all those felt like petty excuses.I let out a sharp breath, frustrati