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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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XCIII

Avana was thankful that despite the events yesterday, she still managed to get some sleep. Although her mind kept swirling to the information she discovered, her body still succumbed to exhaustion.

And maybe after hearing about Adam's past, she realized that she should not judge him. He might not be the enemy she should run away from but someone she should trust.

Still, her mind was warning her to thread with caution. She still did not want to end up in a trap where there was nowhere out but the hole in the ground.

"Ava, are you awake?" She heard a tiny voice outside her door. Of course, she recognized his voice. 

She had been wide awake for more than half an hour. However, she was yet to move from her position. She had been staring at the wooden beam in the ceiling supporting the roof but still had no clue what she planned to do.