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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

It was like having a dog following her around as she moved from one place to another while he stayed not far behind. It was slightly irritating that he was like a shadow everywhere she went, but also comforting knowing that he had her back.

"What are you doing?" Elisia asked as she moved around the boutique shop, looking for clothes she might need.

He also pretended to be shopping as he took clothes from the rack only to return them immediately. But his face indicated that shopping was the least of his favorite things to do.

"What do you mean?" Isaac asked as he took a hat from the frame and put it on his head before facing the mirror as if checking if it looked good on him.

She had asked him to wait in the car, but he promised not to let her out of sight. He was his responsibility, and anything that would happen to her would be on his shoulders.

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