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!!!!!!!

Today is my wedding day. Everything was ready in two days because Dad asked for it to be done as fast as possible. I don't even want to overthink the reason why he wanted it to be done this fast.


I keep staring at myself in the mirror as the reflection might suddenly start belonging to someone else. Someone older, braver, someone who understands what marriage is supposed to feel like. But it's still just me—Elias—standing there in a black suit I never would've gotten if it weren't for Sebastian.


The jacket fits better than I expected. It's tailored to fit my body closely, slimming me instead of drowning me. The material smooths against my arms when I move, and the collar sits perfectly against my neck. Remembering my discussion with my mom two days ago, it made me feel like this is the kind of suit an Alpha would wear, not an omega. Not someone like me.


My fingers brush the fabric again, and I exhale.


Chapter 13 - The Marriage