All Chapters of Behind the Beta's Mask: The Hidden Omega: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Orion pov I should have pushed him away. I should have slapped his hand off, grabbed the suppressant, and run back into the crowd before anyone noticed the scent I was leaking. It was like a broken bottle of perfume spilling everywhere. But I didn’t move. Not when his fingers brushed my jaw again. Not when his scent wrapped around me like a velvet chain, tight and irresistible. Not even when his lips lowered and I could feel his breath warm on my neck. Was I scared? No. Worse. It was something much deeper. It was need. Primal. Stupid. Desperate. My Omega instincts screamed for touch, for connection—especially with him. And that was the scariest part of all. Cassian’s voice was soft but dangerous. “You don’t have to pretend anymore,” he whispered. “It’s written all over you.” My fists clenched. My nails dug into my palms, trying to stay calm. Anything to stay grounded. “I don’t know what you are talking about." I rasped. He pulled back just a little

Orion pov The elevator doors slid shut behind me, sealing Cassian on the other side. But his voice stayed with me. > You don’t have to be their puppet anymore. That sentence repeated in my mind the entire ride up to my office, echoing through the back of my skull like a memory I hadn’t lived yet. I dropped my briefcase on the couch and tore off the tie around my neck. My hands were trembling. Again. And I hated it. I hated him—for getting under my skin. For looking at me like he knew all the things I’d spent my life hiding. --- I stood by the window, watching the city stretch into mist and light. Drevenhart Tower cast a long shadow across the blocks below. I was supposed to rule all this someday. But how could I rule anything when I wasn’t even allowed to be myself? My wolf stirred weakly inside me, restless. Muted. Tired. It hadn’t fully awakened, not since the suppressants started when I was nine. A desperate move by my uncle’s private physician. They ca

Cassian Vale – POV I hated not knowing. In my world, you either sensed your path or you carved it yourself. But this—this thing between Orion and me? It felt like walking in the dark, knowing something was ahead but unable to reach it. I kept playing our last conversation over in my mind. His voice when he said he didn’t know if he could let me in. The way his eyes dropped when I told him I came for him. Every part of him screamed don’t trust. Every part of me wanted to earn it anyway. My wolf wouldn’t shut up about it either. It circled inside my chest like a storm without lightning. There was a pull—deep, sharp, constant—but no confirmation. No snap. No bond. Just confusion. And that was what worried me most. --- Kai, my Beta and second-in-command, sat beside me as we watched the security footage of Orion’s press event from earlier that morning. "Still playing the perfect heir," Kai said, crossing his arms. "If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was a Beta.