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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

Elisia woke up that morning, not finding her mother at their home. "Where is my Mom?" She asked Aurora, her mother's assistant, hoping she might know.

"I don't know, Elisia. Madam Marcia left early this morning." Aurora answered her with that no-nonsense voice of her.

She figured Aurora might be clueless just like her or just playing dumb and was not telling her. She did not like or trust her because she always told her mother about her activities.

However, her mother could be anywhere today. She was not just the Covenant Leader. She also ran a big Conglomerate, inherited from their ancestors for a generation.

Nevertheless, she was glad her Mom was not home because that would make her job a little uncomplicated. Not that what she had to do was easy in the first place.

LXVII