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
Stay with Me – Part 2
~ ZEV ~
Zev slid to Sasha's side the moment he was certain the enemy was finished—dead, or dying, all of them. And he was glad.
But Sasha… his dear Sasha… his beautiful mate. She'd been silent in his head since the night before. As he rushed to her, tearing at the bonds that kept her upright, tied to the tree, he cursed, growling as if the leather straps were enemies of their own.
When he finally freed her, she slumped forward, but he leaped to catch her and pull her head up, cradling her upper body.
"Sasha, Sasha… babe… wake up." He patted her cheek and ran his hand through her hair, checked her breathing and her pulse. Both seemed normal. She was a little pale, but completely unresponsive.
Drugged.
He shoved his face into hers, inhaling her breath. He didn't know what he was smelling, but it was something with a bite. Something… not normal.