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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

The King could not wait to see her again. After that night, he could not take her off his mind. He wanted her, and nothing could stop him from getting her.

He could still vividly remember when he asked her to escort him to the garden. She was like a rose that suddenly bloomed underneath the moonlight.

His eyes could not look away from her beautiful eyes that kept him captivated, more like enchanted. It was a spell that had no cure as his entire being longed to be with her.

"I know we just met, but you seemed to have captured my heart with your sweet smile." He grabbed her hands and firmly covered them with his. "I like you."

Then, his lips claimed her soft, supple lips. She did not react at first, seemingly shocked by his boldness. Her innocence was exuding around him, making him want her more and more.

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