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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

"What happened?" She woke up a bit later, disconcerted. Her eyes looked at her surrounding, finding the darkness more disorienting.

It was like she just came from a series of nightmares and could not tell whether she was finally awake or would end up in another frightening experience.

In truth, she could not remember much of her dream. It was all a blur in her mind, but she felt it. She sensed all the anger, anguish, confusion, and even happiness intermixed into one emotion.

"Are you feeling alright?" The question was like a puzzle in her brain. She had no correct answer as she tried to figure out whether she was or not. But she was thankful that he was there with her, feeling his arms cradling her body with his.

Then, she finally realized that she was naked underneath the tattered clothes covering her body. She recognized the pieces of clothing. It was hers. But what happened to them? Why was she in a state of undress?

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