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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

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She looked up as water poured down her head, allowing the droplets to fall on her face and then flow down her body. It slowly washed out the bubbles that adhered to her skin, hopefully cleansing her of the evidence he left in her body.

Avana rushed to her room to take a shower and change after her unexpected encounter with her fiance. She could still smell his masculine scent clinging to her skin, making her scrub herself off more thoroughly.

Unfortunately, his bite marks stained her porcelain skin. No cleaning agent could ever wash that off her skin, but only time. Funnily, her body could heal any wound or broken bones, but his mark remained fresh like a sign, reminding her that he owned her. 

"Are you mad?" But, of course, that was a terrible idea. She seemed to be considering his suggestion earlier. Her mind could not stop thinking about it.