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
Heartbeat of the Day – Part 2
~ TARKYN ~
He'd woken feeling as if a blade were buried in his stomach. He'd tried to ignore it, to push it away, to bury himself in his mate and forget, even for just a few minutes, the risk they faced that day. But bless her or curse her, his mate wouldn't allow him to ignore it.
Tarkyn clawed a hand through his hair, then twisted the lengths into a tight, functional bun that he secured with a leather strap. He needed to face this day with clear sight.
His belly quivered at the thought.
But once he was moving, he found every time his eyes strayed to his mate's soft skin, to her uncertain smile, every time her sweet voice reached his ears, the tension only increased.
He'd slept, but only barely. His night plagued by dreams of losing her.
Her.
Not his people.
Not his queen.
Not a war, or a moral victory.
Her.
He was Defender. He was Captain. He was Emissary.
But his heart was male. Was lover. Was mate.