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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

She woke up like she was still in a trance. She thought it was a wonderful dream as she stretched her body on the comfortable bed. But she was surprised when something restricted her movements.

Her eyes immediately snapped open, even if all she wanted to do was go back to sleep. She focused her eyes on the object hindering her from getting out of bed.

"What the hell?" She blurted out in shock upon seeing a burly, muscular thigh covering her belly. She quickly pushed it away from her body, causing the owner to complain.

She could not tell whether she was still dreaming or had woken up on the wrong side of the bed, and she was going crazy. It just did not make sense.

"Hey! Watch it." A manly hoarse voice grumpily grumbled beside her, forcing her head to turn around in his direction.

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