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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

He was getting bored out of his wits, cooped up inside his hotel room since yesterday, but he still had not heard from the two witches. What was taking them so long?

Isaac had no time to sit around, knowing that many things were happening around him. His discovery was valuable information that Adam had to be aware of immediately.

"Where are you?" He finally contacted the witches, asking them about their whereabouts. If they would work together, he needed to know if he could rely on them.

"We are still finishing up. We will text you if we are on our way and where to meet up." Elisia answered, appearing in a hurry as she hung the call on him.

"Hey, wait." But he was too late. She had turned her phone off. All he could do was wait for her to call or text back for her instructions.

As much as he hated to take orders from the witches and those young ones at that, he had no choice on the matter. At the moment, he was under their control to do as they bid.

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