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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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It was cold, but Avana could barely feel it as her adrenaline flooded her system. Or, maybe it was the wolf inside her, fighting its way out, wanting release from its bond. Whatever it was, it was helping her in her fight for survival.

However, she seemed to be lost. But where was she going anyway? She did not exactly think this through when she scampered out of that tent and ran through the woods.

But could she even go back to that house, knowing what they were? Was she safer out here in the woods than be with the company of their mortal enemies?

"What am I going to do?" She questioned her fate, looking up at the night sky, barely seeing the moon goddess hiding in a thick cloud as the thick trees also prevented it from raining its brightness against the darkness.

She continued to walk in the woody area, barely seeing any passable route. Then, she had to choose between a fork-like path. 

Right or left?