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 73 – The Bond of Fire and Blood

"Every legend begins with blood. Theirs began with a kiss that shook eternity."

The crown hadn't cooled. It throbbed with ancient power, pressing down on Selene's head like a weight of galaxies. Her pulse sang with it, each beat echoed by the runes scrawled across the air, her skin, the stone altar beneath her feet.

His omega. His mate. His undoing and salvation all at once.

And Selene—Selene saw everything.

When she opened her eyes, they weren't just hers anymore.

They held fire from the beginning of time and shadows older than the sun. Gold and crimson swirled in their depths, streaked with the prophecy she'd shattered and rewritten in her own voice.

Valerian reached for her slowly, as if afraid she'd vanish.

"I'm more me than I've ever been," she whispered.

And the temple exploded with light.

The bond snapped into place with a force that knocked them both to their knees.

It wasn't just soul-deep. It wasn't just love.

Valerian's darkness poured into her like ink into fire, and Selene's power surged back—flames licking down her spine, across her collarbone, carving ancient symbols into her skin that glowed with meaning: Beloved. Bound. Eternal.

His hands were on her hips, then tangled in her hair, her cloak falling like smoke.

And he growled against her throat, fangs aching to sink in, every instinct screaming to claim her.

But this time, Selene moved first.

She dragged her mouth along the curve of his neck, kissed the spot where his heartbeat roared the loudest, and whispered, "Mine."

Fire bloomed through their bodies.

He let out a harsh, shuddering moan—half pain, half pleasure—his eyes glowing red as blood surged toward the mark.

Then he spun her around and lifted her against the altar. Her legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, every nerve in her body lighting up, every sense focused on him. Their bond was more than a mating mark now. It was a cosmic thread, taut and searing.

"I've waited lifetimes for this," he rasped, his voice rough velvet.

Selene's nails dug into his back. "Then don't be gentle."

Rays of crimson light burst from the runes as their bodies met with fury and heat, no longer holding back, no longer fearing what they were becoming. Every movement between them echoed with prophecy and passion, a clash of moonlight and thunder.

And as they fell into each other, over and over again, the old gods watched.

Because they had tried to curse her.

And now the two most dangerous beings in the world were one.

The wind howled. Trees bent. Rivers reversed.

Far across the valley, in the dark kingdom of Caer Thorne, a seer dropped her chalice, her voice cracking in terror.

End of Chapter 73 – Next: Chapter 74, The Kingdoms That Kneel