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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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CXXVII

His father did not even look up when he entered the room. Adam quickly returned home when he received the summon his father had sent him. He knew that if he did not explain, his father would be marching into his home with his soldiers, demanding answers.

It was the last thing he wanted to happen. He was not ready for his father to initiate the war, not if he could help stop it from happening. He was still hopeful that his father would listen to reason.

"Father." He greeted the man whose face remained stoic. He could not read what the King might be thinking, but he could guess that he was not happy about his actions. "You have asked for me."

His father finally pushed himself off the table and stood up. But he did not face him. Instead, he walked towards the window and looked outside. He could tell he was watching the soldiers training on the ground, but his mind was thinking.