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
Nobody’s Watching
~ JAYAH ~
Skhal had cupped the back of her head and held her to him so tightly, for a long time she was simply lost—her heart thrumming, and body more alive than she had ever felt. For a moment they just sank into each other, breathing each other's breath and resting in the relief of finally being close.
The pull to be near him didn't ease with his touch, though her entire being celebrated it. Instead, her blood went up in flames as he growled in his throat and kissed her, his tongue stroked hers—teasing, but insistent.
The way her belly twisted with glorious heat, for a moment she wondered if perhaps they wouldn't wait after all. If the urge to complete the bond was too strong.
She'd heard of such things, but never understood. Not really.
She was a wolf of careful thought and discipline. Usually. But she'd known her mate for less than twenty-four hours and he was turning her back into a flighty adolescent.