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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

Ambrosia opened her eyes, noticing that she was alone in bed. She stretched her body, still amazed that she managed to seduce King Charles, although it had never been her intention in the first place.

She only wished to create a liaison with the King for her plans, but it turned out much better than she could have anticipated. Anyway, she would maximize this as much as she could.

"Your Highness!" She gently called out as she lifted her body out of the soft bed, grabbed the linen to wrap around her naked body, and moved to look for the King.

She could see that the room had barely any decorations, but the few fixtures and furniture seemed to be laced with high-quality materials and decorated with gold.

She was expecting to see the Queen's things, but the place was bare of signs that a woman occupied this room. Maybe he had rid of those things since it had been a long time since the Queen had died.

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