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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Because my body reacted before my thoughts even fully formed.


The mattress shifted slightly under him, a quiet, restless movement like he couldn't stay still anymore. I kept my breathing even, deliberately slow, forcing my body to stay relaxed. My eyes stayed closed.


Because I could already tell what kind of morning this was going to be.


He probably wouldn't handle silence well after things like yesterday. Not the loud parts, not only the physical parts— but also the after. The part where everything goes quiet, and your brain starts filling in gaps you didn't ask it to.


Chapter 218 - Forget