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!!!!!!!

Elias looked different like that—curled into his nest, flushed, damp with sweat, surrounded by fabric that all smelled like Sebastian. I had never looked at him this way before. Not really. Not with that strange pull tightening in my chest, not with the sudden, irrational urge to step forward, to cross the threshold of the walk-in closet and sink beside him. My feet actually shifted before my mind caught up, instinct tugging me forward like gravity.


Chapter 33 - Not Elias