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 step into the bathroom and close the door behind me, letting the silence settle properly before I do anything else.


The room is cleaner than most in the camp—too clean, almost. Everything here feels like it was designed for someone like me. Someone who doesn't share space, doesn't tolerate noise, and doesn't accept disorder. The tiles are light-colored, and the lighting is soft but sharp enough to show every detail. Even the mirror looks like it's been wiped down too many times to ever hold a smudge.


The water hits the tiles first, then builds into a steady sound, filling the space in a way that almost drowns out everything else. Steam starts to rise slowly, softening the edges of the room.


Chapter 197 - Fifteen/Twenty Minutes