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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 · Fantasia
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699 Chs
#R18
#TRANSMIGRATION
#SURVIVAL
#WEREWOLF
#POSSESSIVE
#SWEETLOVE
#FIRSTLOVE
#ALPHA
#KIDNAP

Until Dawn

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*****

RETH

He turned to face Aymora who was a Leonine wise-woman. As such, she carried her own dignity and authority. He would do well to take care with her. "Yes, Mother," he said gently, using the title she'd earned even before he went to the human world.

"The Royal Line—you must have an heir!"

He nodded. "And there is a great deal of time until I'm stalking the tundra in the sky, Mother."

"But if she isn't mated—"

"You doubt my ability to tempt a female in heat?" he said with a smile. The tribes laughed—a couple of the women shrieked their giggles.

But Aymora gave him the tight-lipped stare of an unimpressed parent. "Do not be childish. The whole point of taking a mate is to enjoy both the union and the fruits of the mating, Reth. I know your mother raised you to understand this."

"And should my mate choose to take me, I'll enjoy the union greatly, Mother, I assure you," he said dryly. Many of the men laughed this time, but his attention was caught elsewhere.

He could smell Elia's embarrassment as blood rushed to her cheeks. Ah, that was right, he'd forgotten how much more careful the humans were in speaking about the acts of love. Their customs were different. Speaking of the mating was generally done in private, between couples. Ah well, she'd need to get used to this. She was Anima now.

"None of us knows the future," he called to the gathering. "We know only what the Creator has chosen to reveal today—and that is my queen. So let us return to the caves, and to the ceremony and celebrate!"

As his people cheered—even if it was half-hearted—he turned back to Elia, approaching slowly, then offered his arm for her to take.

She looked at him, and hesitated.

Everyone was too busy talking or gathering their things to have noticed yet, but it wouldn't take long.

"I understand that this has been a difficult night for you," he said, under the guise of pulling a piece of her hair back behind her ear. She flinched when he touched her, which made him feel sick. "But you must understand that unless you're known to be under my protection, you will not be accepted here in our world." He stared at her then, willed her to remember him, to sense the truth of him, to trust. To at least feel the sense of safety that rested in him. "I spoke true, Elia. I will never force you to anything. Please, come with me back to the caves." He offered his arm again and she looked at it like she wasn't sure what it was. But her throat jumped, then she wiped her hands on her jeans, and took his arm in both of her hands.

He tucked her arm under his and started back in the direction of home. He could feel her trembling under his touch and huffed his displeasure, though she didn't catch it.

He just prayed he could drag her through the rest of the night—which would seem even more foreign to her than the Rite had. Because some of his people were staring at her with looks he did not like.

If she didn't stay close to him, she wouldn't live until dawn.