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 70 – The Queen with Fire Eyes

"A crown is not given. It is taken—with blood, with flame, with the will to destroy fate itself."

The throne room of the Keep had crumbled into a hollowed temple of ruin, ash floating through the air like snow. But Selene stood at the center of it all—alive, blazing, terrifying.

Her hair moved with phantom wind, glowing strands of silver laced with fire. Her once-dark omega scent had shifted—now it was the scent of prophecy, the echo of ancient magic. Of a bloodline no one believed could return.

Valerian stood beside her, breathless. "You've changed."

"I burned," she said simply. "And I remembered everything."

When she turned to him, her eyes glowed gold—marked by the First Omega, branded with the seal of the abyss.

"Are you afraid of me now?" she asked, voice low.

"No," he said. "But I think the world should be."

In the far north, the Night Council gathered. Their spies had seen the throne collapse. They had felt the shift in magic—the sudden silence in the curse that had haunted their bloodlines for centuries.

"She's awakened," one whispered. "The cursed omega lives."

Another slammed his hand down. "She's no omega. Not anymore. She's something else."

"They'll come for her," an elder said, fear leaking into his voice. "The Bloodhound Prophets. The Old Guard. The Crimson Oath."

"The girl must be destroyed before the eclipse."

But no one noticed the shadow listening behind the ice mirror.

A girl with white hair and violet eyes.

> "Too late," she whispered. "She's already ours."

That night, in the remains of the Keep, Selene walked barefoot through the fire.

Every step she took cracked the stone.

The spirits of the past howled as her power stirred—thousands of dead omegas whose names had been forgotten. Now, they whispered to her. Through her. Around her.

She reached the altar. The old blade—the one used to mark her kind as cursed—lay broken in half.

"What are you doing?" Valerian asked behind her.

She sliced her palm open with the jagged edge.

And then, with steady grace, she pressed her bleeding hand to the altar.

And a new symbol carved itself there—an omega rune split with a crown.

> "No more hiding," she said. "No more prophecy without a voice. I will write it myself."

Valerian stepped forward, his voice breaking.

"Then I'll stand beside you, Selene. As your knight. As your bond. As your shadow and your sword."

She turned, her power humming around her.

"No," she said. "You'll stand with me as my King."

Somewhere in the abyss, the stars blinked—and fate itself flinched.

End of Chapter 70 – Next: Chapter 71, The Bloodhound Prophets Arrive

We're entering the war arc, guys. Full steam ahead into destiny, betrayal, and seductive power. Shall we? 💛