Mated to the Warrior Beast
[COMPLETE] What life is left for a warrior when there is no more enemy to fight? ...He knelt before her in the posture of a soldier giving honor to their Queen. And she didn't even know it. “Harth," he rasped, "I come empty-handed. I bring no weapon. Because I swear to you, I will never choose to harm you. Never draw your blood—in anger, or in fear. I bring no shield. Because I vow I will never defend myself from your eyes, your hands, your mind. I am yours.” ***** After a year of peace in Anima, Tarkyn finds himself... lonely. As the Captain of the Queen's Guard and a lion-shifter, he has met every female in the tribes, but never found his mate. Certain he must have overlooked someone, Tarkyn undertakes a grueling ritual, pleading with the Creator to reveal her. But the ritual presses him to the end of even his formidable strength. Yet, the Creator heard his cry... Discovered on the brink of death by his mate, Harth, and nursed back to health, Tarkyn now faces the most difficult battle of his life. Because Harth isn’t just a stranger to the Anima, she is a weapon of the humans who tried to destroy them. Can the love of a warrior and his enemy bring peace to Anima? Or will they be torn apart forever by war between their peoples? ***** STANDALONE STORY: While Tarkyn's story is a part of the Anima world and fans will be reunited with some of their favorites as side-characters, Tarkyn and Harth are new POV characters and their story is a new plot arc, so their story can be enjoyed without reading the previous books! But please add Falling in Love with the King of Beasts, and Taming the Queen of Beasts to your library to enjoy later! Cover Art by artist: Aenaluck. Find more incredible art and support the artist on www.patreon.com/aenaluck
Honeymoon You
~ TARKYN ~
They'd never quite left the bed. After such an intense and intimate ride together, they'd stayed in the furs sleeping and talking deep into the night. And still, despite the late hour the night before, Tarkyn woke before the birds.
After the first breath of awareness, adrenaline flowed—something driving him up and out.
It happened this way sometimes. He had yet to discern whether it was simply a hangover of trauma from being a soldier at war. Sometimes his body was convinced there was danger near, even when nothing could be found. Yet, other times when he'd woken this way, it had been to find a true need or threat.
He didn't throw the furs back and leap into the darkness before dawn though. He lay there for several breaths, watching Harth.
She slept on her side, her knees curled towards her chest and her hands under her pillow. She looked adorable and young and so precious.