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#REVENGE
#WEREWOLF
#CEO
#IMMORTAL
#FATEDLOVE
#POWERFULCOUPLE
#ALPHA
#PRINCESS
#ARRANGEDMARRIAGE

The Dark Prince and The Runaway Heiress

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] COVER PHOTO - Commissioned by Vatarison Instagram: bishop_1275

bishop1275 · Fantasy
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187 Chs
#R18
#REVENGE
#WEREWOLF
#CEO
#IMMORTAL
#FATEDLOVE
#POWERFULCOUPLE
#ALPHA
#PRINCESS
#ARRANGEDMARRIAGE

CLXXXVI

He turned his head when he heard noises coming from the grounds. He did not have to look at what was going on to know that his men were working hard to be better. But he still needed them to be invincible.

They could be the best and most skilled warriors as their roars echoed in the air, but they were still mortal like the human they had always been. They could die with the usual means of killing a man.

"General Saxon, have you heard from Ambrosia?" The King asked his most trusted head of his army. He needed to know the progress of her spell. She had herself cooped up in the dungeons, working her ass off recreating the sorcery he gave her from the piece of shredded paper. It was not much, but if she was as good as she claimed to be, she might be able to do it.