I’m an omega who is a top. I’ve never felt the need to be submissive— The idea of bending myself to take it never felt right. So I stayed alone, because every alpha wanted to soften me, quiet me, turn me into someone who isn’t me, to force me to submit and turn into a bottom.
Then my father started dying, and I was bound to an enigma I didn’t ask for but couldn’t ignore. Sebastian doesn’t try to own me. He stands beside me. And somewhere between him and a masked (male) witch who sees right through every wall I built between myself and them, my life begins to unravel—and remake itself.

“Please,” he says quietly, “let me help you get through your heat.”
I meet his eyes and shake my head. “You can’t. You're an Enigma.” I say. “ And I’m a top.”

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I woke up like my body had been set on fire from the inside out.


There wasn't any slow return to consciousness, no gentle drifting between sleep and awareness. It was just heat—instant, heavy, overwhelming—spreading through my chest and stomach in waves so intense it made my vision blur for a second before I even fully understood what was happening. My skin felt too tight over my bones, like everything inside me had expanded and there wasn't enough space left for it. My throat was dry immediately, painfully so, every breath scraping a little on the way in as if even air wasn't enough to satisfy whatever my body had decided it needed.


Chapter 211 - I'm Vulnerable