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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

"What are you giving him?" He heard his mother shout at his father. He was too sick to move, but he could clearly understand their argument.

He wanted to open his eyes, but it was too heavy. He wished to tell them to stop because he was ok, but his lips refused to respond to his command. His hands and legs seemed to fail him too.

"What made you think that I am doing something bad to our son?" King Charles answered his wife back.

He could determine from his tone that he was not happy with how his mother was shouting at him. He was the King, and nobody was supposed to raise a voice against him.

But his mother seemed not to care as she appeared worried about him. He knew his mother would always think of what was best for him. He guessed all mothers were supposed to be like that.

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