All Chapters of The Cold Vampire King's Omega: Chapter 41 - Chapter 45

Kael was not a man who dreamed. For years, the curse had made sleep a battlefield, every night a war between his body and the shadows clawing inside him. When the curse was severed, he expected silence. Peace.But peace never came.The first time he touched the pendant, the world slipped. He had meant only to study it Anastasia’s final gift, delicate against the steel of his chestplate. His fingers brushed the silver, and a warmth pulsed through him. His vision blurred.And then came the whispers.A voice, broken and soft. “Kael… please, hold on.”He jerked awake in his quarters, breath sharp in his throat. No one was there. Only the pendant, cool and still against his skin.He tried to dismiss it as exhaustion, the strain of preparing for war. But the second night, when he closed his eyes, the dreams deepened.He saw her.Not the queen he knew now, crowned and untouchable. But a woman standing beneath a storm of silver light, her eyes wet with tears, her hand stretched toward him. He

The Moonlight poured over the palace like liquid silver, illuminating every corner of the garden, every leaf trembling in the gentle night breeze. I knelt in the center of the Binding Circle, eyes closed, the Moon Goddess’s presence pressing against my soul. Her power was patient, relentless, like the tide brushing endlessly against the shore.“You must remember, Anastasia,” her voice echoed inside my mind, simultaneously a whisper and a roar. “Only by facing your past and your heart can you guide him back to you.”I shivered, inhaling the cool air that smelled faintly of salt and moonlight. The Trial of Love had begun. The world around me blurred, fading until only shadows remained. And then, the first memory struck a memory of Kael, smiling under the first full moon we’d ever shared.It was a simple moment, nothing grand, but it carried everything. The brush of his hand against mine, the warmth in his eyes as he spoke my name for the first time, the unspoken promise that even in a w

The night was heavy with tension, the moon a sliver of silver fire above the horizon, casting pale light over the palace grounds. The air seemed to hum, thick with a power that was barely contained, and I could feel it brushing against my skin alive, impatient, watching.Kael stood at the edge of the balcony, his eyes fixed on the horizon, distant and hollow. Even after the trials, the curse’s remnants had left him fragmented, as though the man I loved was locked behind a veil of shadows. Yet tonight, I could feel the stirring of something deep within him a spark waiting to ignite.I stepped closer, my bare feet silent against the cold stone, and raised my voice in the quiet of the night. My song began softly, a haunting melody that wove through the wind, curling around Kael, threading through his chest, seeking the part of him that was still mine. It was a song of longing, of pain, of memories etched into the very marrow of our souls.At first, his shoulders stiffened. His jaw clench