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 stepped through the gate and let my eyes take in the campus. The stone walls of the buildings stretched high, sunlight bouncing off the windows, making them gleam. The air smelled faintly of freshly cut grass and early-morning dew. A few students walked along the paths, some with books in their arms, some just strolling in groups, laughing quietly. I adjusted the strap of my backpack, feeling the weight of my sketchpad against my side, and started walking.


Chapter 107 - How Serious