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 43: The Prophecy That Bled

(Continuing from Chapter 42 — Selene awakens changed, marked by a prophecy even the gods buried. Valerian faces the truth he's hidden, and the war begins anew—not against a beast, but against fate itself.)

The first thing Selene saw was not the world—it was herself.

Suspended in a veil of shattered starlight, her body floated between planes, unanchored, wrapped in glowing ribbons of moonlight and shadow. But it wasn't just her body. Something had changed.

> "You carry what the stars feared.

The omega who bears both fate and flame."

Valerian held her when she fell from the sky.

She collapsed into his arms, not with weakness—but weight. Her body was heavier than before, not physically—but destined.

"Selene," he whispered, pushing the hair from her face. "You've been marked."

They glowed violet and deep scarlet—two opposing powers merged into one.

"The prophecy," she said softly, her voice trembling. "It's not about the Beast… or even Morgala."

In the Forbidden Temple of the Weavers, a scroll was written in the blood of gods.

> "When the cursed king meets the blood-bound moon,

the world shall fracture under two hearts too true."

"The child they birth shall not be born—

but become the thread from which all future is torn."

Because it didn't speak of salvation.

Morgala's ravens circled the shattered realm, screaming into the skies.

"She's changed," the goddess spat. "She chose him."

Her hands trembled as she pulled the mirror closer.

The Shadowborn tilted his head. "You're afraid."

"Not afraid," Morgala hissed. "Angry. Because I was her once."

"I was the first," she snarled. "Before they rewrote the prophecy. Before they erased my name from the stars."

Morgala turned toward the altar of bone and starlight.

Meanwhile, in the ruins of the Night Court…

Cassian stood over the seal stone.

Behind him, the priestess dropped her staff. "It's starting."

She looked up, eyes white with prophecy.

Selene stood barefoot before the mirrored pool.

The surface rippled, showing her flashes:

Her own body, glowing from within.

Valerian, cloaked in starlight and fury, standing alone.

Valerian appeared behind her. "A glimpse. Of what may come."

Selene turned, tears in her eyes. "Am I pregnant?"

"It's not just a child," he said slowly. "It's a convergence. You were chosen to carry what they tried to destroy long ago."

He took her hand, pressed it to his chest. "Because you're the only one who can survive it."

Selene blinked. "What if I can't?"

Valerian leaned in, lips at her ear.

"Then I'll tear down heaven and hell to bring you back."

That Night, As They Returned to the Mortal Realm…

The skies were not as they left them.

And across the land, wolves howled.

Because the bloodline had awakened.

Selene placed a hand over her womb.

💛 We're getting to the soul of it now—destiny, bloodlines, war, and their unborn secrets