Taka Lion King Novels & Stories

He waved him over, and Taka immediately like a switch bounded up happily, like his muscles weren't killing him, still buzzing from workout, Midorin thought yoga was weird, if it wasn't lifting weights he saw it as a waste of time, well if his mate is happy who is he to complain. “Thanks for picking me up,” Taka said, climbing into the car. “I wanted to tell you something.” Midorin hummed, eyes fixed on the road as he pulled away. “I joined Taiga’s pack. Officially. He initiated me last night.” Taka’s voice brimmed with pride. Midorin didn’t react. He only let out a low hum, neither approving nor disapproving. “That’s it? Just "hmm" ?” Taka frowned, poking his shoulder.

He had been coming behind them. “I’m strong, Balif. That’s why Lady Ivanka chose me to handle the whip. You won’t do a very good job, little brother.” Taka told Balif as he opened up the cage. I rose to my feet. “What are you saying? I’m as strong as you are.” Balif argued. “No, you’re not.” Taka responded as he flung the door open and stood at the entrance to pour his grin on me. He was enjoying himself so much as my lead prosecutor.