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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WARNING!!!!!! This book contains a huge plot twist!!!!!!!

We're both naked, but none of it was sexual; it was intimate in the best way, connecting and soft.


The steam still clung to the mirrors when we stepped out of the shower, warmth wrapping around us like a second skin. Water traced slow paths down Elias's shoulders as he reached for a towel to wrap it around his waist, then reached for the smaller one, rubbing it through his hair with small, distracted movements. I tied another towel low around my waist and watched him in the reflection for a moment longer than necessary, because my eyes refused to look at anything but him.


There was something shy about him now. Not distant—just softer. The sharp confidence from yesterday had faded into something quieter, almost thoughtful. He avoided my eyes at first, then glanced up quickly as if to make sure I was still there.


Chapter 45 - Them