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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

Adam was happy to be back home as he entered the gate of his mansion. Of course, he still had to oversee his companies. Tyron, his most trusted assistant, had been complaining about his absence from the company.

But he had always known that Tyron could easily handle the company on his own. Most of the board members and the stockholders trusted him. It was only he who was doubting himself.

"Sir, glad to see you home." His security at the gate saluted him as he stopped by to check on them.

"Anything unusual happened while I was out." He asked, wanting to know everything happening on his property, even if it was the smallest detail.

He could never let his guard down, especially when Avana's life might be in danger. His father was a cunning man. He could not trust his words that he was not concocting a plan against the werewolves.

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