All Chapters of Obsession of the King: A Luna’s Revenge: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Third Person's POVSebastian was running out of time.“Can't do anything now, golden boy,” the dark entity suddenly spoke in his head. “You can watch your little wife die before you pass on too,” it cackled.“I will save her from you and then I will kill you,” he replied inside his head, where his consciousness still lies awake, locked up.“Save her from me?” the shadow replied incredulously. “Please, you're just as much of an evil being like me. What are you saving her for?”“The role of a hero does not suit you Sebastian,” it added with amusement in its voice. “It's the opposite you're born for. You have to learn and accept that.”It laughed loudly inside his head too. Sebastian wanted to rip his ears off to tune it out.“Stop living in delusion of some fairytale of your own,” it said with a smile you can hear from its words.“You are cursed.”He looked at his hands. Bloody, stained. Not from battle, but from clawing at his own skin, trying to rip out the shadow crawling beneath. H

Veronica’s POVI have fallen in love with Sebastian.I’m not sure when it exactly happened or how. But somewhere along the way, during the time when I was convincing myself to carry nothing but hatred, he sneaked his way in.I never recovered.Sebastian’s expression is hard to read, just that it shocked him. It wasn't really a full confession but he understood what it meant for me to say that.Because I never planned on loving someone again. But I did, anyway.“I’m sorry, baby…” he whispered words I hated to hear. An apology is not what I want from him.Sebastian closed his eyes and slowly pulled me to him. He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. His hands were cold and were trying to cling to me tightly.I held back a sob. I knew what his reaction meant. Another apology came after.“I’m sorry,” his voice shook and he pulled me closer. It broke my heart.Because even with all this, he hasn't changed his mind. He refuses to change his mind. He has already made his final decision.I st

Veronica’s POVThe searing pain of Sebastian's mark settling on my skin was the most warmth I felt since this all began.I was silently crying—mating bonds may sting at first but it should be pleasurable after it seals. However, because Sebastian was stabbed and losing his life, I had to feel that same sensation too due to our new connection. I stared at him lying in front of me. As if just in slumber. Or perhaps that was just denial.“No… please,” I whispered, brushing strands of matted hair from his blood-slick face. “Didn’t you feel the black smoke leaving your body? I—I saw it… That’s the shadow right? It's gone so… you can come back. You wanted to stop it from taking you as a vessel and becoming too powerful, right? It’s gone now… you should come back too…”I choked up a sob and shook his body, “There is no way you die like this! With just a dagger! That dagger wasn’t for you! It shouldn’t be for you—no… I… how do I live with your death?” There was still no response. He remained

Third Person’s POVUnder the red moonlight, is the sight of the tragedy.Three figures emerged from the woods, all with barely healing injuries. Snow crunched beneath muddied boots, the sound cutting through the strange stillness that hung tensed over the clearing.The moonlight has returned, seeping little by little through the clouds, no longer veiled by the eclipse. Midnight has passed. The moon’s soft glow fell upon the ruined ritual circle—blood-soaked stones, broken altar, and the scent of black magic long burnt out. In the center of it all, slumped on the ashen ground, the Alpha—Sebastian lay unmoving. And beside him, his queen, Veronica, knelt, her trembling hands covered in blood… of not just his and her own.She wasn’t crying. Not anymore.Not after she has already poured all of her tears out.A sharp whistle broke the air.Veronica looked up sharply, eyes narrowing—guarded.From the edge of the forest, cloaked in shadow and exhaustion, the Rozeiros siblings came to light

Veronica’s POVNothing happened.Or at least, that’s what we told the rest of Helios when they started coming back to the territory. We spent the last few days cleaning the traces of the ritual and the chaos that happened while also recovering from our wounds and letting reality sink in.Tonight was a starless evening. The moon was hiding behind the clouds and the storm has calmed down into a soft chilly winter. The wind stirred my clothes, carrying a refreshing breath of air. The sound of the nearby falls could be heard.I was standing by the river’s edge, somewhere near the altar from nights before. I watched the raft float away from me, in the center of the stream, the crackle of the flames consumed the wrapped body that lay atop of it. There were no flowers, no offerings, no runes etched into the wood. Just the body—hers— and the silence on an ordinary wooden plank.It had been five days. Five days since I killed her with my own hands, with the blade she gifted me, because of the