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!!!!!!!

I could feel every fiber of my being screaming in protest the second Aurelian said those words. Congratulations, you're owned by Aurelian Salvatore. I hated him. 


Hated the arrogance, the sassy tone, the way that smirk of his made my blood boil and my stomach twist at the same time. I wanted—no, needed—to punch him, to shove him into the wall, to make him understand that no one, not even a witch with centuries of power, could just come into my house and own my husband or me.


Chapter 23 - Watching The Magic