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
Male to Male
~ TARKYN ~
When the door closed behind the shaking Elreth, the room got darker. But with the high windows in the tree, it wasn't enough to affect either of them.
Zev's smile grew as he prowled towards Tarkyn, who'd stood at the other end of the cell, waiting, so he wasn't a threat. Zev flipped the spear up with a quick twist of his wrist, and any hope Tarkyn might have had that he didn't know how to use a weapon of that design went out the proverbial window.
Shit.
Zev stalked straight up to him, bringing the spear level and pointed straight at Tarkyn's throat.
Tarkyn braced—would the male simply slay him?—but he felt the way Zev braced as the cold of that blade reached his collarbones.
So the male knew how to use it, but didn't know as well as Tarkyn how to defend against it. It was a position that gave Tarkyn a fighting chance if the male decided to kill him.