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
EPILOGUE Part 3 (Zev & Sasha)
If you like music while you read, try "Carry You" by Ruelle and Fluerie. It's been Zev and Sasha's song since Dark Alpha!
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~ ZEV (a year later) ~
Zev stood on the edge of the Valley of the Drums, right at the treeline, looking down into the bowl.
He had his arm around Sasha who stood at his side holding Zan's hand. Their son was walking—very determinedly—but barely. He couldn't keep his feet on uneven ground—or a slope like the one in front of them.
"Are you ready?" he asked Sasha.
She smiled and nodded, then swung Zan up to her hip. "Oof, he's getting heavy."
"Here, let me." Zev took him easily, smiling when Zan beamed and reached for him. "Da! Dah!"
"My boy," Zev said proudly, holding Zan high above him and tossing him once, which always made Zan squeal—then swinging him down and blowing raspberries on the thick, soft skin under his jaw.