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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?

***
"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

Nothing had changed since he had left her last night. He still felt the same way about her, only more intensified. Seeing her like this, he knew he could not return to what it was before.

He watched her swim away from them, wanting her privacy. He would have given it to her until he noticed her struggling on the water. He had seen she was a good swimmer, but those waters could be tricky.

"I am good," Avana told him as he came by to check on her. She looked pissed that he had come to her rescue as she moved away from him. But when she closed her eyes, he knew she was thinking of him.

The only thing running on her mind at that moment was him. It was not bullshit. It was the truth.

Slowly, he swam in her direction to where she rested, stopped, and sat beside her. She still had her eyes closed, but he knew she was aware of his nearness. It was evident in her quickened heartbeat and shallow breath.

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