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What bride would want to marry a prince who would put a crown made of thorn on her head?
What kind of groom would vow to protect his bride, knowing his task was to kill her in the end?

A descendant of a once-powerful and proud Alpha King, Avana pledged to become the next Alpha and swore never to submit to their enemies. 
But could she run away from her destiny?

A son of a Tyrant King, Adam desired revenge against those who killed his mother and condemned him to live as a monster for eternity. 
But would finding his bride give him what he had sought for centuries?

Will Avana and Adam finally succumb to this impending union? Will destiny destroy them or be their salvation?

***
"I have searched for you for centuries." Adam grabbed her by the arm, pulling her closer until their faces were inches away. Eyes locked in a battle of will.

"Why?" Avana reacted, suddenly drowning in the intensity of his stare. "So, you can hurt me." Saying barely in a whisper. "Kill me?"

"No." He responded as his lips grazed through her temple, leaning even closer.

"Then, why?" She closed her eyes as electricity coursed through her body with that slight contact of his lips on her skin.

"So, I can claim you as mine."

[Warning: Mature steamy content, slight violence (in the later chapters), and some inappropriate language]

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The Dark Prince and The Runaway Heiress

She never made it to the store as she decided to return home instead, with the stench of the alley as a reminder of her humiliating experience.


How could she think he was about to kiss her, closing her eyes like that? She tried to recall if she extended her lips or parted them in a way. But she was so lost in her thoughts that she had no more control of her body.


"Aaahhh!" She frustratedly shouted once she was inside her room. Luckily, no one was yet home to witness her mortifying experience.


She started pacing the room, thinking about what she should have done to him. She should have punched him in the face, but instead, she only gawked at him as he turned around and left her. 


She still came up with a few more ideas on how to get back at him because she was sure he walked away from her intentionally. But why?


A sense of deja vu