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

The desert sands of Veysha whispered secrets only the old wind knew. In the heart of that endless golden sea stood the Temple of Sablelight, carved into the cliffside like a forgotten god's smile—jagged, ancient, patient.

Selene stood before it now, wrapped in a dark cloak stitched from the hem of Valerian's shadow. Her heart pounded as if it remembered something her mind could not.

Valerian rode behind her, silent, his eyes scanning the dunes. The closer they drew to this place, the more restless his curse became. The beast beneath his skin—bound for centuries—paced inside his chest.

"Are you sure this is where I'm supposed to go?" Selene asked.

He dismounted. "You were born of starlight and war, Selene. But you died mortal. And now you live again, somewhere in between. Only the Oracle can say which path your soul still walks."

Her voice trembled. "Will she tell me why I feel like I'm unraveling?"

He reached out and tucked a lock of windblown hair behind her ear. "She will show you who you were. And who you might become."

The temple doors opened with a whisper rather than a creak. No guards. No torches. Just air thick with memory.

Inside, the marble was black as obsidian, veined with veins of gold that pulsed faintly with light. Selene's fingers brushed the walls as she walked, the cold biting her even through Valerian's cloak.

"Do you remember what it felt like to die?"

A woman stood ahead, tall and veiled in a robe that shimmered like spilled moonlight. Her eyes were clouded, but her presence felt infinite.

"I don't remember anything before him," Selene whispered.

"Because you asked to forget," the Oracle said. "To love him again without the pain of your past."

Selene stepped closer. "But I need to know. If I'm truly fated to him… or cursed because of him."

The Oracle lifted her hand—and the chamber shifted.

Now she stood in a battlefield of stars. Her hands were on fire, her mouth wide in a scream that shattered constellations. Before her: a man bleeding shadows—Valerian. Kneeling. Broken. And behind her, an army of creatures forged from light and ash.

"You were death to the gods," a voice whispered beside her. "You were love's fury."

Selene turned. Another version of herself stood there—hair like starlight, eyes aflame with wrath and sorrow.

"I was you once," the other Selene said. "But I died to be her. To be soft. To be human. To love without war."

"Now you must choose. To remember and rise. Or to forget again… and fall."

Selene gasped and stumbled backward—back into the Oracle's temple.

"She's seen it," the Oracle said. "The bond that was made before time."

Valerian's eyes darkened. "And the Council?"

He cursed under his breath. "We need to leave."

But Selene shook her head. "No. I need to stay. There's more. There's something inside me still locked."

The Oracle turned. "The key to the lock… is in the Bloodhound's Keep."

Valerian froze. "That place was buried a thousand years ago."

"No," the Oracle said, her blind eyes gleaming. "It was hidden. And she is the only one who can open it."

Lightning poured through the clouds not in bolts—but in runes.

Chapter 20