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Falling in Love with the King of Beasts

[COMPLETE] Reth stalked towards her, chin low so the shadow cast by his hard jaw cut across the thick fur collar of his vest. His hair had fallen over his eyes in the scuffle, so he peered at her through it like a lion in the grass. With each step, his graceful, rolling gait reminded her of a predator stalking its prey. Despite the forest floor littered in twigs and leaves, he didn’t make a sound. “Wh-who are you?” Elia stammered, backing away, her hands up. He met her step for step until she came up hard against the tree behind her—and didn’t stop until he loomed over her, so broad his shoulders and chest made a wall in front of her. She could feel the heat rising off his skin in the cool, night air. “I am the Leonine King.” His voice was a dark, husky gravel. Behind him a chorus of wheezes, howls, and chirps of agreement rose from the people watching. “And you are?” “Elia,” she breathed. “Elia,” he growled, leaning in closer, bringing with him the scent of pine and rain and the musk of something distinctly male. “I am Reth.” He said the name with a strange, guttural roll in his throat. “I am the King of Beasts. I am Clan Leader, and I am Alpha of WildWood.” Several snarls rose from the crowds behind him then, but he ignored them. Elia swallowed as he leaned in until the scruff on his jaw rasped her cheek. “I am the King,” he said, “And you will be my mate.” The forest behind him erupted. ****** Elia is a poor university student until the night she's taken to the world of the Anima—ruled by humans whose ancient hearts pulse with the blood of animals. There she's forced into a battle to the death. But when Elia survives, and refuses to kill her final opponent, the King must either kill Elia himself, or take her as his mate. Reth, the brutal King of the Beasts with the blood of lions, shocks everyone when he chooses the weak, human Elia to become his Queen. He promises her every comfort of his wealth and position—but he is clear: She will not warm his bed. He chose her to defeat those that were trying to corner him into blending his Leonine line with the Wolves. Elia needs the help of the Anima to become stronger and rule them well. But the vengeful Wolves see only a weak human that brought them shame. As Elia and Reth grow closer, the wolves are determined to destroy her. Will Reth and Elia admit their feelings for each in time to fight for the Kingdom—and their lives—against the villainous wolf-tribe? Or will the wolves kill Elia and steal the throne? [Mature content - no sexual violence] Cover Art used by paid copyright permission. Illustrated by Aenaluck--see more gorgeous art and support them on www.patreon.com/aenaluck

AimeeLynn · Fantasía
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699 Chs

Not Strong Enough

ELIA

Elia held her breath as Reth took first one step, then another, then another, stalking towards the man who stood, chin low, but body braced for impact.

When they were mere inches apart, Reth stopped. "Do you make a challenge for the throne, Lucan?" he said in a low purr that invited the man to say yes so he would have the opportunity to slaughter him.

Lucan, only an inch shorter than Reth, though not as broad, stared back, his face expressionless. The tension in the air pulled tighter, and Elia wondered if she had, without meaning to, sparked a revolution in these strange people. And what would happen to her if Reth was killed?

But with the tiniest shift of his body, Reth suddenly seemed to loom over Lucan. "Make your choice, wolf," he growled through his teeth. "Submission, or death?"

The shift was so subtle, Elia almost missed it. But something in Lucan changed. Though he didn't break eye contact his chin lowered slightly, and the tension went out of his body. Reth stepped in closer until they were almost chest to chest and he stared down at Lucan who seemed to shrink. Reluctantly.

But Elia knew she'd understood this correctly when the crowd began to murmur again, whispering their thoughts about the exchange. And Reth turned away from Lucan to address them. "I still do not hear a valid counter to my claim of mate, is there more?" He turned the circle, his hands open to invite comment.

The people shifted, looking at each other, whispering. But then one man stepped forward. He was long and lean, naked above his leather pants, and whip-strong. He moved with an odd grace that reminded Elia of a snake, or a fish in the water.

"Majesty," he said loudly enough for the entire hearing to clear. "Regardless of her selection, the goal of the rite is to identify the strongest queen, the best to mother the royal line. She did not even fight. She does not possess the battle spirit needed of a leader."

"Really, Seerus?" Reth gave a cold smile and Elia's skin crawled. "She faced me down and refused my direct order to kill Lucine. Would you measure her heart weak? Unless you see me as an easily dominated opponent?" There was a collective gasp at that and Reth's smile got even colder as he stared down at this man, Seerus. Reth sauntered up to him, his body loose with a lethal grace.

"Does your King," he asked menacingly, "lack knowledge of battle, or the courage in it, that a Battle Queen is needed to pick up the slack?" A sense of barely contained power suddenly rolled off Reth in waves.

Seerus' throat bobbed.