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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

AimeeLynn · Fantasy
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262 Chs

Touchy, Touchy

~ TARKYN ~

Tarkyn crept around the trunk of one of the larger trees in the little valley and smiled the smile of a predator.

Harth was crouched behind a mound of fallen branches and rocks, listening. But he was downwind. She hadn't scented him—and hadn't yet realized he was behind her.

He would have liked to have told himself it was only his skill as a tracker and scout that had put him to such advantage, but the truth was, the bond was far more clear for him than for her.  It made him uneasy to know that somehow he felt their connection more than she did, but he shook it off.  It could simply be a function of their different physiologies.

It didn't mean she loved him less.

He crept forward using all of his skill to keep his feet silent on the grass, not leaping on her until she was within reach.

"Gotcha!" he growled.