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 dropped to my knees in front of Sebastian and Elias, my heart pounding as I stared up at their forms in the dim light of my bedroom. The air was thick with the scent of our arousal, and my mouth watered at the sight of their hard cocks straining against their pants.


 Sebastian's was thick and veined, already leaking pre-cum through the fabric, while Elias's curved slightly upward, promising to hit every sensitive spot inside me. "Please," I whispered, my voice husky with need, "let me taste you both." 


Elias grinned down at me, his dominant edge sharpening as he unzipped Sebastian's fly and pulled out his massive cock, slapping it against my cheek. "Open wide, slut," he commanded, and I obeyed instantly, parting my lips as he shoved the head past them.


Chapter 96 - The Leash