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 58 – The Bone Orchard Pact

"Power doesn't disappear. It only changes hands."

Somewhere, in the silence that followed Selene's defiance, the very threads of fate twisted like smoke rising from the ruins of the old order.

And the gods—or what remained of them—were not done.

Selene awoke not in the palace, not in Valerian's arms, but in a field of bone-white trees that whispered even without wind.

A place where ancient powers were buried, and even more dangerous ones waited to be invited back.

No footsteps. No echoes. Just the crunch of bone beneath her bare feet and the quiet thrum of something vast watching her from beneath the ground.

"Selene," came a voice—low, velvet-dark, and male. But not Valerian.

And from between the trees, a figure stepped forth—tall, robed in shadows, with a face like moonlight through a shroud. His eyes were neither human nor vampire, but something older. Hungrier.

"You're the one who severed the chains," he said, almost fondly. "The Breaker of Bondmarks. The Last Omega Queen."

"No," he murmured. "You did it for them. And that makes you dangerous."

Selene didn't flinch. "Who are you?"

He smiled. "A Keeper of Forgotten Things. A witness to bargains made in blood. And I've come to offer you one."

She stepped back, instantly wary. "No more pacts. No more chains."

"This one doesn't shackle. It protects."

He raised a hand, and from the ground, a bone blade rose—carved with runes that pulsed with the very same light Selene had wielded when she broke the curse.

"The freed will be hunted. The ancient courts will rise. Vampires loyal to the Old Code will want you dead. The world is watching, and without an anchor, you'll fall."

"Only this," he said softly. "Plant the blade in the heart of the orchard. Bind the souls of the cursed to the land. Make this place a sanctuary for those without a name. Let it become a kingdom of the broken."

"You become the one they pray to when all others fail."

It wasn't power she saw reflected in its surface.

Valerian was frantic. Bea and Nova had searched every inch of the palace, every shadow of the mountainside.

"She's not gone," Nova murmured. "She's… elsewhere."

"She's dying," Valerian growled. "I can feel her fading—"

Blinding, burning white light exploded from the earth in the forest beyond the castle.

Selene stood in the middle of the trees, the blade buried in soil, her hands glowing with runes only the First Ones could understand.

Bea reached her first. Fell to her knees.

Valerian knelt beside them, cupping Selene's face. "What did you do?"

She looked up at them both, tired and glowing.

Later that night, with moonlight bathing the orchard in silver flame, Selene stood with the three who had stood with her since the beginning—Valerian, Nova, Bea.

"From this place," she whispered, "we will protect the forgotten. The hunted. The free."

Selene's smile was small. Fierce. "We teach them how to curse back."

Far away, beneath the ruins of a crumbling blood temple…

And he whispered, "The Night Queen is building a throne of bones."

End of Chapter 58 — Next: Chapter 59, "The Crownless Shall Rise"