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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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Marcia did not like that the King had made her wait. She was supposed to meet with him yesterday, but he did not accept her unexpected visit. Although she knew she should have made an appointment and not just dropped by unannounced. 

She thought King Charles would be receptive to her presence. Now, she wondered if the King still needed her as an ally. Truthfully, it was an insult on her part to be ignored and disrespected in such a way.

However, like it or not, she still needed the King in her plans. So, she had no choice but to lower her pride, swallow it even, and face the King with humility if she still wanted his assistance.

"Ms. Marcia, the King would see you now." One of the guards ushered her to follow him into the throne room.

Usually, the King saw her in his office. She wondered why she stood in the vast space beneath the steps of the throne of the King. Was the King implying something by putting her in a disadvantageous position?