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 62 – The Bloom Beneath Ashes

"Sometimes the flower doesn't bloom after the storm—it blooms from it."

Morning arrived not gently, but reverently.

The battlefield lay in smoldering quiet, smoke curling from broken ground. Ash fell like snow across the ruins of the Bone Orchard, soft and gray, hiding the horrors beneath. But within the silence, something stirred—life.

Selene stood barefoot among the ashes.

No crown weighed her down. No blade rested in her palm. She was dressed in the same torn, bloodstained armor, but her eyes… they were softer now.

Each step she took left warmth behind, a spark where ash had once smothered soil. Beneath her feet, something pulsed. Roots. Green. Alive.

Valerian watched her from a distance.

He'd barely slept. Not because he couldn't, but because he refused to. He'd lost centuries waiting to feel something again, and now he had everything—and she was everything.

"She hasn't spoken much," Nova said beside him, brushing soot from Bea's cheek as she slept on a moss-draped cot. "You think the war took too much?"

Valerian shook his head. "I think… she's listening."

Selene wandered the memories of others—their grief, their hopes, their fragments of what the war had broken. She saw a child who had lost both parents to a bloodhound. She saw a vampire who turned against his kind to fight for love. She saw an omega girl in a cellar, whispering to herself that she mattered.

Prophecy had shattered—but something deeper remained. Choice.

The moment her eyes opened, the shadows in the room recoiled like frightened animals.

Nova exhaled, dropping to his knees beside her. "You absolute maniac," he whispered, voice trembling.

Bea grinned through a cracked lip. "Did it work?"

Selene entered then, silent as a ghost. She knelt beside Bea and took her hand.

"I owe you everything," Selene said.

"You owe me nothing," Bea whispered. "We owed each other… this."

Selene's eyes filled. "I won't forget."

"You won't have to," Bea said. "You carry us now."

Later, in the temple ruins, Selene stood with Valerian beneath the night sky.

Valerian looked at the ring on her finger—the one once cursed, now glowing faintly with their bond.

Valerian tilted his head. "Then what now, Queen of Ashes?"

Selene looked over the fields, where tiny green stems pierced the charred dirt. The first bloom was already rising.

"We rebuild," she said. "Not kingdoms. Not thrones. But truths."

"And if something comes again?" he asked.

Selene turned to him, eyes fierce.

"Then we fight again. But this time, on our terms."

And behind them, the night whispered. Not of endings—but of beginnings.

The bloom beneath the ashes was only the start.

End of Chapter 62 – Next: Chapter 63, "The Court of What Comes After"