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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By the time I make it back to the campsite, I can't feel my fingers properly anymore.


My clothes cling to me, heavy and soaked, cold water dripping down from the ends of my sleeves, my shirt plastered against my skin in a way that makes every movement uncomfortable. The air here isn't forgiving. If anything, it feels colder now that I'm wet, the breeze cutting through me like it's personal.


I head straight toward the tents, my jaw tight, my body tense, trying to ignore the way I'm starting to shiver more with each step.


Darien's voice hits me before I even reach the center of the campsite.


I look up just in time to see him rushing toward me, his expression shifting instantly from confusion to something closer to concern the moment he gets a full look at me.


"What the hell—" he stops short in front of me, eyes scanning me, taking in the soaked clothes, the dripping water, the way I'm holding myself. "What happened to you?"


Chapter 188 - Who