All Chapters of Behind the Beta's Mask: The Hidden Omega: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Orion Pov My scent was supposed to be gone. Erased. Controlled. Suppressants were injected every morning. My skin was soaked in neutral blockers. My clothes infused with artificial neutral Beta pheromones. No one could know I was an Omega—not in a world where Omegas were bred, bought, and sold like property. I was the heir to the Drevenhart Conglomerate… At least, that’s what the press called me. The truth? I was a puppet. A breathing symbol of a dead legacy. My uncle—Sebastian Drevenhart—sat on the throne built by my parents. After their “accident,” he adopted me to maintain the illusion of continuity. Public sympathy kept the company afloat. I was nothing but a soft face to sign documents and pose for the media. He let me live because I was useful. Not loved. Not protected. Useful. But tonight, that carefully maintained illusion shattered. The annual Drevenhart Gala was in full swing. Crystal chandeliers threw rainbow prisms across the ballroom. Soft cla

Orion pov I didn’t sleep that night. I lay in bed, eyes wide open, the satin sheets twisted around my legs, Cassian’s voice echoing in my ears. > “You’re not going anywhere, little Omega.” Even now, hours later, I could still feel the heat of his breath on my skin… and the mocking way he had smiled when I trembled. I hated him. I hated how he looked at me. How he saw straight through the layers I spent years perfecting. I pressed the heel of my hand into my chest, trying to ease the pressure growing behind my ribs. It wasn’t panic anymore. It wasn’t even fear. It was something worse. Something heavier. He knew what I was. He knew I was being controlled and directed.He knew I wasn't that independent heir everyone thought I was. And worse than that? He didn’t expose me. He left it hanging, like bait on a hook, and I walked right into it. --- The morning sun broke over the skyline, cold and pale against the glass walls of my penthouse suite. I was dressed

Cassian POV I knew I shouldn't have come here. But I was never good at staying away from what intrigued me. And Orion Drevenhart—Omega or not—was a storm wrapped in silk. All quiet fire and barely bridled control. He opened the door like he was debating whether to let me live. He stepped back like his body had moved before his brain agreed. And now, sitting here in his suite, I could still smell the faint, fading trace of what he truly was beneath all those chemical walls. Omega. But more than that—something… mine. Not fully. Not yet. I just needed a confirmation from my wolf. But the pull was there. Subtle. Incomplete. Like hearing a song you once loved but forgetting the words. --- He stood by the window —always at a distance. Like the skyline could anchor him better than people could. I said the things I’d been holding back in that boardroom. That I’d felt his instincts. That he wasn’t broken, no matter what he’d been told. Didn’t run this time.The tr

Orion – POV When I woke up the next morning, the light pouring through the windows felt harsh. My body ached. My thoughts were heavy. I dressed in silence. My usual outfit: grey suit, silver pin, black gloves. Everything clean and tight. Everything Beta. Everything fake. Nora knocked twice before entering. "Sir, the board meeting has been moved to eleven. Your uncle will be attending by holo." I nodded, adjusting my cuffs. "Anything else?" She hesitated. "He also sent a driver. He wants you at the Silver House for dinner tonight. I froze. He hadn't summoned me in months. Not unless something was wrong. A chill crawled down my spine, slow and deliberate, like icy fingers trailing my skin. My mind went blank for a second, then flooded with one terrifying thought: He must have found out what happened at the gala. I knew what kind of eyes followed me — not just strangers or curious nobles. His spies. Always watching. Always reporting. I had felt them on my back even

Cassian pov I’ve never been one for crowded halls or loud, polished events. I grew up with banquets, ceremonies, and the constant weight of being watched. So I knew how to blend in. I knew how to make my presence felt without demanding it. But tonight, the moment I stepped into the Orion Foundation gala, all I cared about was finding one face. Orion. I didn’t know what I expected. Maybe that he’d ignore me. Maybe that he’d avoid me completely. But I didn’t expect him to walk like he was balancing on a blade—like every breath was measured, like he was forcing himself to stay upright. It made something in me stir. My wolf didn’t howl or roar. It... leaned forward. Like it was trying to hear something. Like a scent it almost remembered but couldn’t quite place. A thread of something familiar. I kept my distance for a while. Watched him navigate the room like a seasoned diplomat. He smiled at all the right people. Said all the right things. But his eyes never lit up. Not o