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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 · Fantasy

Not enough ratings

699 Chs

What it Means to be King

RETH

The call erupted from his throat—so deep it came from his toes. It ordered the other males around the fire hear and submit. They all fell back, away from both Reth and Elia, giving the women room. But most of the females were giving up too. A moment later, only the lioness that challenged Elia remains. Much as Reth would have liked to tear his arm out of the female's grip, this had to be Elia's fight. He watched her continue to stalk towards the woman touching him and he repeated the call, saw her chest rise and fall in response.

She padded over to the woman, so close her scent was strong despite the smoke, and Reth huffed again. Without taking her eyes off the other female, she lifted a hand to his chest and spoke through her teeth.

"Let go of him," she said through her teeth.

"Why?"

Elia blinked. "Because he's my mate. You're handling my mate like he belongs to you."

"But you don't want him," the woman growled.

"You know nothing about what I want," Elia shot back.

"You wouldn't even fight for him!"

"I am now."

The lioness sneered, her eyes narrowed and her hands clawed into his forearm hard enough to leave half-moon cuts where her nails pierced his skin. "He deserves more than a queen in name. He is King. He deserves a mate. A wife. A partner and—"

"He'll choose for himself what he wants. We're talking about what I want. And I want your hands off him. Right now."

Reth felt… proud. Elia stood, her hands in fists, her chest and shoulders heaving with her breath and the lioness trembled. She was the dominant female of the pride, a wise-woman, and one of his dearest friends. But Elia didn't know that, he realized.

She only knew what she felt—and what the smoke was giving her the courage to speak. His hope that she would choose him truth, not just in name, rose.

"I don't want to see any more blood on the ground tonight," Elia snarled. "But if that's what it will take—"

"It won't," his friend sighed. "But know that you choose a good man. One of the best among our kind. If you don't appreciate him there are many that would happily take your place."

Elia stepped forward so they were chest to chest, though she was several inches shorter. "Let. Them. Try."

And her scent was rock-hard. Certain. Unshakeable.

Reth roared and his people called back, breaking into a shuffling dance that circled them as the lioness faded away into the crowd and he pulled Elia into his chest.

She was trembling. Not untouched by fear, he realized, but staring it down and moving ahead anyway.

True courage.

"You're amazing," he whispered into her ear, then pulled back far enough to meet her wide eyes as the people circled them, shifting, calling and weaving, but leaving a few feet of space around them.

Traditionally, the dance was a recognition of the couple's belonging to the people, but even more to each other. He knew she didn't appreciate what was happening, but found he didn't care as she never took her eyes off him, and she let her head drop back as he buried his hands in her hair and kissed her, open-mouthed.

She clung to his shoulders and kissed him back, and the crowd called again.

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