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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

Her eyes scanned the room again, more confused than before he answered her question. She did not see why Adam would bring her down in his dungeon and tell her about his secrets.

Would she be participating in this activity of his?

She turned to look at the man who was soon to become her husband, wondering what else she would discover about him. One thing was for sure she did not expect this from him.

Avana could not even form the words to ask him what was going through her mind as her eyes focused on the clinical bed with handcuffs and chains attached to its sides.

"You are planning to subject yourself to this." She pointed to the room and all its content. She did not see the rope or the whip, but she believed it might be somewhere in this room, hidden from view.

CLXXIII