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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Not heavy. Not uncomfortable. Just… quieter in a way that feels natural after everything that's already been said. The city slowly thins out behind us, lights becoming less crowded, buildings giving way to darker stretches of road that feel more familiar in a way I don't want to think too much about.


Darien drives with one hand again, relaxed, occasionally glancing at the road ahead like nothing about today needs to be overanalyzed. He doesn't bring Ryland up again. Doesn't push. Doesn't try to dig deeper.


By the time we reach the camp gates, the shift is immediate. The structure. The silence. The way everything feels contained again, like stepping back into a system that doesn't allow anything to exist outside of it.


Chapter 180 - The Gym