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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Morning light spilled gently through the large kitchen windows, bathing the room in warm gold. The smell of pancakes and honey filled the air, mixing with the soft scent of coffee that Sebastian had made earlier. Our house had never been quiet since the kids were born, but there was something comforting about the noise now—the sound of life, of family.


Ryland's voice echoed from the living room before I even saw him. "Papa! Caspian cheated again!"


I sighed, though a smile tugged at my lips as I flipped another pancake on the pan. "Ryland, we talked about yelling across the house," I called back.


Chapter 103 - Epilogue