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 morning of the wedding began quietly, almost deceptively calm. Yesterday passed so fast, I did not even feel it. I'm so happy but so nervous, I'm going to marry my men. The two men I love the most in this life.


For several long seconds after waking up, I didn't move. I simply lay there on my back, staring at the ceiling while the soft gray light of early morning filtered through the curtains. The house around me was beginning to wake slowly—floorboards creaking somewhere down the hall, the distant murmur of voices downstairs, the faint clatter of dishes in the kitchen.


The realization settled slowly in my chest, spreading warmth and nervous energy at the same time.


Chapter 92 - Sealing The Union