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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

He could feel her lips grazing the side of his neck, but he was not in the mood. He had a lot of things on his mind. Although he was as horny as hell, he knew it was not the time.

"Can you leave me alone for now?" He asked, feeling that he needed his time to be alone to think. There were just many things happening at the moment. He did not want to lose his focus by taking his eyes away from the ball.

"Whatever is bothering you, you know you can tell me, Connor. I am your mate. That is my job." She said to him as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

She continued to work on his shirt, removing it from his body as she peppered his skin with soft kisses.

He somehow hated that his fate was different from what he thought it would be. He always believed that the Moon Goddess would grant his wish and make Avana his mate.

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