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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?

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"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

Isaac was supposed to be on his way back to meet up with the witches. At this time, he should be far away from this place, but something caught his eyes, not far from where he stood.

He knew he should keep moving. He was lucky that the two guards bought his excuses and let him leave without a fuss. But his curiosity outweighed his logic as he stayed to investigate further.

"What are you up to now, General Saxon." He mused to himself as he watched the man go through another gate. It seemed it was a new addition to the castle grounds.

Many men were training in this new place, but none of them seemed familiar to him. He had never seen these new troops in battle before.

"Who are these men?" He could not help but question, looking at the gathered troops not far from him. "What are you planning?" Staring at the General, who was barking orders from left to right.

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