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
A Friend Among Wolves
~ HARTH ~
Harth had spent almost an hour pacing his house. She couldn't sit still. She knew the guards were outside, and that felt… like eyes on her back, even though they weren't. Even though she knew that the order had been given to leave her alone. And she knew she wouldn't step outside to tempt them to harm her.
Her head knew these things. Her body wasn't quite ready to believe them.
There were males outside who saw her as a threat, and she didn't know what forces were at work to move them.
But she did know her mate.
She put a hand to her chest, pressing on that spot right in the middle that felt so tender, almost hot. And yet… it throbbed not with pain, but with awareness of him.
Not the same awareness he had of her—that was curious, and she pondered that, as well. But she could feel the essence of him. Sense his resolve and his uprightness.