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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 already knew the answer to her question even before she had asked them. Of course, what they had was never enough, but they had no choice.

"No," Ivrea said. "But, I don't want to get caught." Ivrea must have sensed the anxiety in her. She also did not want to find herself standing before her mother in this room.

Quickly, both returned the book where they took it, grabbed their notes, and shoved it back in their bags. Elisia stared at her friend, who was visibly shaking, nodding her head, signaling it was time to get out of there.

Then, with her quick chanting spells, the door opened, allowing them to return to the other more spacious room. But her apprehension increased hearing noises coming from the other side.

"Come on. I think someone is about to enter the room." Elisia quickly pulled her friend to the wall with the secret passage. By chanting another spell, the door opened.

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