AimeeLynn

[COMPLETE - Bronze $2,000 Winner WSA 2021] Elreth is a Princess in the world of Anima—where humans can shift into the form of their animal ancestors. As the Lion King's daughter, Elreth breaks a thousand-year tradition when she challenges her father for dominance—and wins. But as the first known dominant Alpha Female, she faces a lonely, and dangerous Rule. 

Aaryn, Elreth’s best friend, has always secretly loved her beauty, and her strength. But as a member of the wolf-tribe, and unable to shape-shift, he is not viewed as the right Mate for Anima's first Dominant Queen. 

When events force Aaryn to admit his feelings, for the first time, Elreth's eyes are opened to Aaryn not just as a friend, but as a male--and her True Mate. But Aaryn also has secrets. Secrets spanning decades, that open Elreth's eyes to the threats against her people, and threaten to tear down the royal family, and the Anima as a whole.

Can love really conquer all? Can Elreth convince a prejudiced people to accept Aaryn as her mate before these secrets threaten not just her rule, but her life? 

[Mature Content: No sexual violence]

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Then, as Aaryn stared at Elreth, his scent changed. Which only confused her more, until something flashed behind his eyes. Something she’d only ever seen in her father’s face when he was staring at her mother.

Desperation. Joy. Hunger. 

But that was crazy. Why would—?

And suddenly, like a cub tumbling down a grassy hill to land on its feet, everything fell into place. 

Everything.

Her mouth dropped open. She blinked. And blinked again. And for the first time in a very long time, she looked at him.

Not at her confidante.

Not at her closest ally.

Not at the friend who’d been present for every major milestone in her life.

She looked at Aaryn. The male. The wolf. 

She stared at his silver-white hair, that scattered over his ice-blue eyes, fixed on her, and created a barrier between them. She looked at the strength in his jaw, shadowed because of the late hour. She let her gaze drift down the cords of his neck, and his broad shoulders and the wide, smooth expanse of his chest that rose and fell rapidly. And she let herself remember the ladders of muscle that painted his torso—hidden by the white shirt he wore. She swallowed. She’d seen every inch of him at some point. 

Well, almost.

Her mouth went dry.

(Cover Art used by paid copyright permission. Illustrated by Aenaluck--see more gorgeous art and support them on DeviantArt and www.patreon.com/aenaluck)

Taming the Queen of Beasts

Rika sat, horrified, in the ring of vehicles that had been circled like a convoy of pilgrim wagons.

She'd shut down the tech. Removed their communication and masking—and the Anima had been ready with their first wave. But now, half an hour later, dozens of Anima had been shot, captured, or fled. And Jared was still alive—as were most of the soldiers.

Rika tried to shift to a more comfortable position, but she had one eye swollen almost shut, and her jaw was swollen too. She sat on the dirt, her back to the wheel of one of the jeep-truck things, her hands bound, as Jared stood in the bed of one of the other trucks, issuing instructions and organizing the men he had left.

The humans were calling for blood as they tried desperately to get the system reset.

Aftermath