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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

Avana could feel his hands gliding down her body. Even though she had never felt this way before, not with any man, she knew it was what she wanted. Whatever he was doing, she needed more of it. So much more.

She waved a red flag to the angry bull, rousing him to take what he wanted and more. Because stopping him was out of the question. Even if she could prevent this from happening, she did not wish to since it was beyond her control.

The pull between them was too great that fighting against it had been a futile effort. Now, all Avana wanted to do was indulge in the sensations he was creating by being in his arms.

"Please, take me." She knew what she was asking. She was also aware that she should not be doing this with him.

She should not give her body to this man because he was not her mate. But she could not stop the craving she felt for him. She wanted him to possess her, to claim her as his.

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