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 74 – The Kingdoms That Kneel

"When fire loves darkness, the world burns beautifully—or falls trying to."

The morning after the bond was sealed, the world woke different.

Clouds split over Aetherial skies.

The mountains near the edge of Selene's homeland, long frozen and abandoned, cracked with heat from deep within their cores—geysers of flame and shadow spitting into the dawn like omens.

And far below, where the ancient cities of men and beasts once ruled, a thousand heads bowed.

The Night King had claimed his Queen.

And the Queen had answered with blood.

Selene stood at the balcony of the Blackspire Keep—Valerian's ancestral fortress—her hair loose, skin kissed with silver where the bond had flared. Around her neck, the bite he'd given her shimmered like a rune, pulsing softly.

"You're thinking too loud again," Valerian murmured behind her, arms sliding around her waist.

"Everything's loud now," she admitted, leaning back into him.

Their senses were still tangled—each heartbeat shared, each emotion heightened. Her blood ran with his, his hunger tempered by her fire.

"And what are they thinking?" he asked, nodding out toward the horizon where messengers had already begun arriving—some on dragon-back, some in cursed carriages, some barefoot and trembling with flags raised in surrender.

"They're wondering if I'll be merciful," Selene whispered.

He kissed the curve of her jaw, voice low and dangerous. "You won't."

They descended the obsidian stairs like gods carved from myth.

The throne room doors opened on their own now, as if afraid to make her wait.

Inside, twelve kingdoms' emissaries knelt in staggered rows, some shaking, others defiant, all watching the omega-turned-queen with unease. They had heard the rumors.

That she had claimed the Night King's mark and rewritten prophecy.

That her womb would birth either salvation or the apocalypse.

Valerian stepped back, letting her lead.

"I won't ask for your loyalty," Selene began, her voice calm but sharp enough to draw blood. "I don't want the weak pretending they're loyal just to survive."

One bold emissary stood. From the Kingdom of Velmora—once a vampire stronghold.

"You defy centuries of order. You claim power meant for the highborn. You dare—"

He fell silent, voice ripped from his throat by a flick of her fingers.

"I am the order now," she said. "And power isn't claimed. It's proven."

She stepped down from the dais, flames crackling in her footsteps.

"Tell your kings and councils: I do not want slaves. I do not want subjects." She met each emissary's gaze in turn. "But if they send another assassin to my gates, I will return their bones in gilded coffins. You do not threaten a bonded Queen."

Valerian's grin was dark pride incarnate. "She's far more merciful than I'd be."

She stood by the fire, fingers resting over her stomach, where something—a flicker of warmth—had begun to pulse days after the bond. She hadn't told Valerian.

There was a child now. A child made from prophecy and rebellion. A child with fire in their blood and night in their veins.

She would protect them. Whatever it took.

Even if the world burned around her.

End of Chapter 74 – Next: Chapter 75, The Assassin's Veil

. It's time for betrayals, secrets revealed, and the fate of kingdoms balanced on the edge of Selene's flame.