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
Not So Little Brother
~ ELRETH ~
Elreth sat in her chair in the Security Council building, sighing heavily. Aaryn was seated at her right, his eyes bright and fixed on her, Gar at her left—and he wouldn't stop making comments. Scratch that, both of them were being completely insufferable.
They both knew she was pregnant and even though she'd sworn them to secrecy and neither of them had broken her confidence, they were both doing everything in their power to be overprotective asses.
She was pregnant, not dying.
Though, she supposed, they were trying to make certain that was true.
She pressed her lips thin as Gar leaned forward, shaking his head and looking just like their father when he was irritated—a thought that sent a pang of grief through El's chest and brought tears to prickle at the back of her eyes and throat.
Cursed pregnancy. It was turning her soft!