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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

They said that a near-death experience would make her see her life as it flashed before her eyes. Was she about to die? She wondered since she could scarcely think of anything except the beast before her.

"Help!" Ivrea had spoken in her hardly audible voice, hoping her friend would hear her. "Please, go away. Do not hurt me." She directed her words to the wild creature standing before her, growling in anger.

Thankfully, she noticed that her friend ran toward her but stopped just a few meters behind the large dog-like furry creature. She could not blame her because the animal was a bit intimidating.

Maybe due to panic and fear, her friend, just like her, also failed to cast a spell that would hinder the wild animal from attacking her. It appeared she was like a sitting duck, just waiting to meet her end.

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