Abamsky

He’s the cursed King of the Night.
She’s the last omega prophesied to break him.

Selene has been hiding her scent, her power, and her past. But the moment Valerian—the cold, dangerously seductive Night King—catches her scent, the hunt begins.

He claims her with one bite.
She burns him with one touch.

Bound by fate. Torn by secrets. Their desire is forbidden… but irresistible. And in the dark palace of the damned, passion could save them—or unleash hell itself.

Fated to Night king

Chapter 8: The Bite Beneath the Moon

Selene's heart pounded as Valerian drew back, his fangs glinting with restraint. His eyes, however, told a different story—one of a king trying to suppress a primal urge. The cave trembled slightly, not from any natural tremor, but from the intensity of energy that pulsed between them.

"You shouldn't be this close to me," he warned, though he made no effort to move away.

"I'm already yours," Selene said softly. "You marked me with your eyes before you ever touched me."

His jaw tightened. "That's the curse talking. That's not you."

Selene moved closer, fearless now, drawn to the fire he tried to hide. "What if it's both?"

Before he could reply, the silver moonlight broke through a crack in the cave wall and landed on her shoulder. Her skin shimmered where it touched, her omega scent blossoming into the air like a midnight flower. Valerian let out a strangled sound—half growl, half groan—as he turned away.

He slammed a fist into the wall. Stone cracked. "I told you to stay away!"

"You didn't mean it," she whispered.

"I did. For your safety. For your soul." He turned to her, eyes glowing like amethysts soaked in blood. "Do you know what I've done to omegas before? Before the curse?"

She shook her head, but didn't retreat.

"They died. They all died. Because I lost control. And you—Selene, you shine too bright. I couldn't forgive myself if you vanished because of me."

Her voice wavered but did not falter. "Then let me be the one to survive you."

Later that night, the king left the cave, leaving Selene to sleep on furs near the fire. But she didn't sleep. Her body was exhausted, but her mind was racing. Why had fate chosen her? Why this prophecy? Why this man?

The only answer she had came in the form of dreams. She saw a bleeding moon. A forest lit by violet flame. And a baby, wrapped in black silk, left beneath a tree carved with ancient runes.

She stood quickly, heart hammering. The vision hadn't just been a dream—it was a memory. But not hers. His.

Selene ran from the cave, the scent of night flowers and cold pine sharp in her nose. The trail was faint, but her body knew it. As if her blood had mapped his footsteps before her mind could catch up.

She found him at the edge of a frozen river, kneeling.

Valerian didn't turn. "You saw it."

"I was born cursed," he said, voice like gravel over sorrow. "Left in the forest by a woman who wept but didn't look back."

Selene approached slowly. "Then maybe I was born to find you."

He stood, towering over her. "I am death incarnate, omega. You were born to survive me, not save me."

"But if I survive you, what remains for me?"

For the first time, he looked uncertain. Then, as if moved by something beyond himself, he touched her face.

"I don't know," he said. "But I want to find out."

The wind howled around them, catching the edge of Selene's cloak. Valerian stepped into her space, the cold from the river freezing the air between them.

Their lips met in a fierce clash, heat and ice, prophecy and passion. It was not the soft kiss of first love—it was the desperate kiss of doomed souls trying to carve a future out of cursed fate.

And the moment their mouths opened to each other, the sky itself cracked with lightning.

In the hidden halls of the Night Court, a mirror shuddered. A woman in crimson robes stared at it.

"They've met," she whispered. "The curse is stirring."

From the shadows, a silver-eyed creature chuckled.