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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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"General Saxon, do we have any news of my son?" He ate his lunch, chewing on a big chop of roast steak in his massive dining hall, alone.

His General stood before him, always looking like he was about to go to war, prepared for anything. He had to be because soon, he would lead his new breed of soldiers, an army for this new generation. 

"We have no news of Prince Adam. Not yet, Sir. But I have four of my best trackers following Isaac everywhere he went." The General reported to him.

He continued to chew on his favorite meal, enjoying the savory taste of the steak in his mouth. He relished the slightly metallic taste of the barely cooked meat, which still had some blood clinging to its flesh. 

"So far, where had Isaac been? Who had he been in contact with?" King Charles wanted his son's friends every movement monitored and report to him.