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 wake before the alarm, before the light fully settles into the room, before the rest of the camp even begins to breathe. For a few seconds, I stay still, staring at the ceiling, letting the quiet stretch just a little longer before I break it myself. This is the only part of the day that feels right—no noise, no movement, no unnecessary presence pressing in from every direction. Just silence. Just control.


I sit up slowly, rolling my shoulders back, feeling the faint tension in my muscles from yesterday. It's not discomfort. Not even close. Just something to acknowledge. Something that reminds me I haven't actually done anything worth my time yet. That changes today.


Chapter 174 - Watching Him