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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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#R18
#REVENGE
#WEREWOLF
#CEO
#IMMORTAL
#FATEDLOVE
#POWERFULCOUPLE
#ALPHA
#PRINCESS
#ARRANGEDMARRIAGE

LII

LII

Her mind warned her to refuse, to say no to him. But her hands took his, acting on its accord. She could only conclude that her inner wolf had taken over the situation.

She wondered how she could control herself if her inner wolf seemed to be acting strange. It was like she was constantly debating with herself when it came to him, and it was becoming frustrating.

"Just one dance." She eventually answered but was more of a compromise to her inner self, at the same time, to him.

She allowed him to guide her back to the center, but the music had turned to a mellow tune, giving her no choice but to subject herself to his touch. 

Not just with their hands but their bodies as well. 

A feeling that both thrilled and frightened her at the same time.