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
Her Own David
~ HARTH ~
Her mate was fascinating. Everything about him oozed strength like steel. She'd seen all of him more than once, but never indulged in this simple exploration. She'd seen images back in the human world of a statue named David which had always been heralded as the summit of male beauty.
Tarkyn looked better.
When he agreed to let her examine him and played along as if he were the subject of her study, she'd been delighted, indulging in following the lines of his muscles and spine—until she found his weak spot.
Ticklish. Her big, strong mate was ticklish—and apparently quite embarrassed about it.
"This is a secret between mates! If you tell a soul, I will… punish you! Soundly!"
Harth hadn't been able to resist. She grinned up at him, licking her lips. "Define… punish?"
Tarkyn growled and descended on her. But she danced back out of his grip. "No, no, no! You said I could look at you! I can't look at you if we're kissing!"