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 watched the way his pupils dilated, swallowing the gold of his irises until only a thin ring remained. Vaughn looked breathless, his chest heaving against the mattress, the fight finally drained out of him, and was replaced by a raw, trembling hunger. I could feel the heat radiating off him in waves, a scent like cedar and something sweet, something uniquely omega, filling the small space between us.


I kept my voice a low rasp, my grip on his wrists loosening just enough to let him move if he chose.


"Yes," he whispered, his voice cracking.


"I need to hear it clearly. Do you want this?"


Vaughn swallowed hard, his throat bobbing. He didn't look away.


Chapter 223 - Riding