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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 · Kỳ huyễn
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RETH

Reth wanted to tear every man's throat out, but for the first time, Elia seemed to find a coherent thought. She turned her head as one male trailed his fingers through her hair. She was searching for something. Reth swallowed, silently pleading with her to look in his direction.

And she did, finally, her eyes catching on his and widening, just as another male—one of Behryn's warriors—stepped between them, so tall he blocked her view. He swayed for a moment and seemed to lean into her ear, but then she appeared, stepping around him, her steps loose and a little shaky. Another man slid into her path, his hand at her waist, and neck and she paused, looking up at him, distracted. But as he rolled his hips and pulled her in, she slipped around him and came forward again.

Again, and again, the men tried to tempt her, to distract her, to seduce her. But like a thread braided between sticks, she always found a way around them, or between them, until there was no doubt she was walking towards Reth. And with every step her eyes cleared, and her legs became stronger.

Sensing the shift in her, how she'd found her focus, the males stopped stroking and tempting her, and instead began to circle, creating a barrier she would have to struggle to get through to reach him. The first time she tried to slide between two of them and they closed the gap instead, she glared up at them and pushed one aside.

"Good girl… that's it," Reth murmured under his breath, letting her see him watch, letting her see him want her close.

Behryn clapped him on the shoulder and chuckled. "Good luck, my friend," he said.

"For what?" Reth said, without taking his eyes off of Elia.

"For surviving the wrath of that woman when she sees you pawed by half the city," he laughed.

"I'll—wait, what?" Reth tore his eyes away from Elia to find Behryn grinning at him, tipping his head to their right where a dozen females prowled closer with every breath.

Damn. He'd forgotten about that part.

When the first female reached him she was a lupine, of course. The wolves were always the first to stake their claims. She didn't immediately touch him, but instead, looked up at him through her lashes, and swayed in a way that brought her body close to his, her breasts just barely brushing his abdomen as she turned, then let her backside rest against his groin as she arched back against him, humming her approval.

Reth had thought himself virtually untouched by the smoke, but his skin responded to the touches. Dramatically. He groaned as the woman growled in her throat and slid one of her hands between them. He caught her wrist only just in time.

But even as she snarled her displeasure at his rejection, four other hands landed on his shoulders, his back, even in his hair.

Where the males had tried to seduce Elia, to tempt her, the females were far more forward, knowing, he supposed, that his flesh would betray him. One of them had even approached bare from the waist up, one hand circling her own breast as she stared at him with a wicked smile.

Reth groaned and tore his eyes away, searching for Elia, still navigating her own sea of bodies, but now almost through the men so that those at the back were giving up and beginning to stand back and watch.

But then, just as their eyes met and Elia's flashed with relief, Reth felt a hand between his legs and he snarled, whirling to find the violator.

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