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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

That fateful night had changed everything. The King seemed to have returned to become his loving father again. He would take him on his hunts and even allow him to kill some small animals.

The King seemed genuinely pleased at everything he did excellently. He kept praising him and even giving him more responsibility in his army. Soon, his father promised he would become one of his best soldiers and lead thousands of his men into war.

"I swear I will make you proud, father." He still remembered saying those words to his father, thinking it was the happiest day of his life as he looked into his father with pride.

But not everything it would seem had returned to the way it was. He still noticed the strain in the relationship between his father and mother. Although they tried to act like normal before him, he still felt the difference.

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