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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

Dinner with her old friends, new friends, and fiance produced a big smile on her lips. Avana had missed Elisia and Ivrea dearly. Seeing them again brought joy and new hope, knowing they could be a big help to their plans.

The boys had excused themselves to make a bonfire outside while Kiev had already fallen asleep. It left them, girls, to bond while clearing up the kitchen.

Cathy seemed to enjoy chatting with her friends even if they had just met hours ago. Her friends seemed to feel the same way about her new friend. She could tell that they would all go along just fine.

"So, how are my parents?" It was the question at the tip of her tongue since she had seen her friends. But she held asking until they had some privacy. "How is Resha?" She added, thinking of her younger sister.

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