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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

She believed she had made the mistake of agreeing to that bet. But how should she know that he could read the damn thing? She was a witch, not a mind reader.

"How would I know that you translated the entire manuscript correctly?"

She could not help but question him. She did not like losing, especially when it would mean she had no choice but to go out with this old, disgusting man.

Maybe in age, but in appearance, he still looked young and attractive. Disgusting was the last adjective she would use if they were in a different circumstance.

But at the moment, being attracted to him was the last thing that should concern her. Other more significant issues should occupy her mind and time instead of thinking about this man.

"I have not forgotten the first language my mother and father taught me." Isaac looked with that arrogant smile covering his face. "Besides, do you have a choice?"

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