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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

His eyes fixed on her, looking straight without blinking. He wanted an assurance that she would trust him and cooperate with his plans.

He knew he had been sending her mixed signals about his intention since meeting her, but he could not help it. Honestly, he wanted her so much, but at the same time did not want her to get scared and run away again.

"I am not good with emotions, but if we would treat this as a negotiation, then maybe we could find some compromise that would benefit all of us." Adam began, knowing that lives were at stake, but he could not lie to her.

Dealing with this kind of situation was not his strongest suit. He had not been in a real relationship throughout his entire life. The closest to a relationship with some of the women he had slept with in the past was friendship. But nothing went beyond that.

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