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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

Adam and Avana decided to spend the entire day with their respective families. She would bond with her mom and sister while he took Cathy and Kiev with him outside.

He said that Cathy and Kiev were more family to him than his father would ever be. Maybe he was right. Being part of a family did not require blood relations. It was more about respect, honor, care, and love.

They also knew they needed time apart to be with their families because, after the wedding, they might be too busy with other things. Besides, they needed space from each other so they could think clearly.

"Hey, do I need to be here? I want to go with Kiev instead." Resha moved closer to Mara, begging her mother to allow her to go with her friend to the mall. "Please, Mom. Let me go with them."

CLXII