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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 · Fantasie
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~ TARKYN ~

Tarkyn's heart cracked as his mate's feelings—her grief, her fear, the sheer trauma of living both his memories and her Alpha's—overwhelmed her.

It was a battle to keep himself in place, not to demand to be freed so he could go to her. But the Chimeran male in front of him was clearly struggling too, and Tarkyn's instincts raised every hair on his body as the male shifted his weight and his eyes—so bright in color, like deep ice—fixed on Tarkyn.

Zev's hair fell in tines over his eyes because he'd been clawing his hands through it. His jaw was iron, and his lips peeled back from his gritted teeth as he spoke.

"I will not be caged again," he said slowly. "My son will not grow up in a cage."

"No, he won't," Tarkyn said firmly. "I give you my word, Zev. He won't."

The male didn't relax, but the light in his eyes shifted. "I don't give a shit about your word."