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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The world slowly came back into focus around us, like a painting being revealed stroke by stroke.


The darkness lifted, dissolving into a soft wind that brushed over my face and carried with it the faint scent of wildflowers and stone. The first thing I noticed was the height. My stomach twisted as I realized just how high up we were. The ground beneath our feet was solid, jagged stone, worn smooth in places by years of wind and rain. Around the edges, the grass grew in uneven clumps, bending and swaying as the air moved past it.


Chapter 78 - Away