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 30 – His Omega, His Undoing

The shadows rippled across the Night King's throne room like they were alive, whispering of betrayal, blood, and fate. The ancient obsidian walls pulsed with ancestral fury. Even the torches along the hall flickered as though they feared what was coming.

Selene stood beneath the vaulted ceiling, her chin lifted, bare feet kissing the cold floor, heart thudding against her ribs like war drums.

She had followed Valerian willingly into this place, and now it felt like the air wanted to devour her.

He stood at the far end, cloaked in black, the full force of his crown unleashed—cold and merciless, dripping in dark magic, eyes like eclipses.

The vampires, the seers, the old priests with hollow eyes and bone rings. Every ancient who still obeyed the throne had gathered to see the impossible.

An omega… standing beside their king.

"Do you swear loyalty to no one but him?" the priestess asked, her voice echoing like prophecy itself.

Selene didn't waver. "I never swore loyalty to anyone but myself. And now I give it to him."

One of the old guards unsheathed his blade in protest. "She's the cursed one—"

"She is mine," he said, voice like thunder. "And you'll kneel before her, or you'll bleed for your disobedience."

Selene's breath caught. She could feel the magic shifting. Their bond was no longer something secret or half-formed. It was beginning to lock into place. The prophecy wasn't a future—it was a loop. One that kept finding them again and again.

And now, the world was beginning to bend around it.

She staggered, clutching her temple as images poured into her vision:

Valerian chained to the roots of a blackened tree, calling her name.

And her… dressed in white… screaming as fire devoured a palace.

She gasped, clutching him. "They're trying to rip us apart again."

She lifted her gaze, golden eyes fierce. "The ones behind the curse. The ones who don't want fate rewritten."

Suddenly the floor beneath them cracked with ancient runes. A swirling symbol—a seal.

The priestess backed away, eyes wide. "This is the seal of the Hollow Pact."

Valerian's face went pale. "They're awakening the curse again. They're trying to end us—now."

"No." He turned to her, cupping her face. "You run. If they take you—"

"I am not leaving you, Valerian. Not again."

Before he could argue, a blast of dark energy ripped through the chamber. Walls splintered. Shadows bled into clawed beasts, ancient curses taking form.

Selene screamed as one lunged at her—until Valerian leapt, his power surging, wings of shadow unfurling from his back, fangs bared, crown blazing with starlight.

And she was the only thing he would burn the world for.

"I chose her," he shouted. "I choose her still."

Their bond flared. Magic spun between them, white and violet, blazing with love and rage.

Selene grabbed a fallen blade, her instincts rising, omega no longer—a warrior reborn from fire and forgotten lifetimes.

And in the ruins of the broken throne room, the prophecy twisted, screaming in its death throes, as fate watched them with unblinking eyes.