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[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.”

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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?

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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!

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Mated to the Warrior Beast

If you like music while you read try "Every Time We Touch" by Brent Morgan. It's what I was listening to while writing this!

She looked up to check that she wasn't hurting him, but even though he growled, he was smiling. The look in his eyes threatening to make her pay for this drawn out tease… his eyes still flashing to his lion. But he didn't stop her.

So she released his hands and trailed her hands down his sides to his hips, then his strong thighs—the line of muscle there was impressive and so deep she could press a finger into it. But there was more than one scar, and she frowned when her fingers ran over those puckered, lighter stretches of skin.

"Hurt so many times in the service of others," she whispered, blinking back tears—half glad she hadn't had to see him hurt, half desperate to have been there to comfort him.

Touched*