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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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187 Chs

LXXXVII

Avana would not leave no matter how he had threatened her. He closed his eyes more, hoping not to see her because it could worsen the situation. 

He tried to bury himself in his thoughts, not wanting his beast to sense her. Then, he found himself floating to neverland, swimming in his memories.

Then, he stumbled on one he did not remember seeing or probably forgotten and buried in the deepest recesses of his mind.

He suddenly remembered all the nights that his parents had started fighting. They were a happy family before. Well, at least he believed they were. Until, one day, his father came home, shouting.

"Father," Young Adam called to his father, but he ignored him as he continued on his path.

The young boy could not understand what he had done wrong. He tried to be a good boy and excelled in all his tasks, but it seemed his father was still not happy about him.