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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For a second, my brain was still half asleep, caught somewhere between warmth and exhaustion and the lingering heaviness of sleep pressing against my body. The room was dim in that soft early-morning way where the sunlight hadn't fully taken over yet, pale gold light stretching across the sheets and catching against Ryland's shoulders as he leaned over me.


Close enough that the first thing I saw when my vision focused properly was him staring directly down at me.


My voice came out rough and low from sleep, the words slower than usual, but the suspicion underneath them was immediate.


Chapter 202 - Blackmore