Mated to the Lion Ziam fanfic Zayn Malik

Mated to the Lion Ziam fanfic  Zayn Malik

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Genre: Fan Fiction

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Fan Fiction

Summary

This is the fan fiction version of my original work Mated to the Lion.
ZaynxLiam fan fiction paranormal romance.

Zayn Malik has always scoffed at the idea of fated mates. As a member of one of the largest lion shifter tribes in the country he never was without an admirer or a date or two. When Zayn attends a meeting with his father the Pride King to speak to another lion shifter tribe about a series of murders that have rocked the shifter community, he - to his shock - meets his mate, Liam Payne. Afraid of being mated to a big, dominant, male lion, Zayn does everything in his power to avoid Liam. But as the killer draws closer, Zayn and Liam are forced to work together and Zayn is forced to confront Liam and his feelings.


book contains - sexual content and violence.

Summary

This is the fan fiction version of my original work Mated to the Lion.
ZaynxLiam fan fiction paranormal romance.

Zayn Malik has always scoffed at the idea of fated mates. As a member of one of the largest lion shifter tribes in the country he never was without an admirer or a date or two. When Zayn attends a meeting with his father the Pride King to speak to another lion shifter tribe about a series of murders that have rocked the shifter community, he - to his shock - meets his mate, Liam Payne. Afraid of being mated to a big, dominant, male lion, Zayn does everything in his power to avoid Liam. But as the killer draws closer, Zayn and Liam are forced to work together and Zayn is forced to confront Liam and his feelings.


book contains - sexual content and violence.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Coffee and Natter

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Submitted: May 13, 2017

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Chapter Content - ver.1

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“These damn coffee stains….” Zayn Malik scrubbed the espresso machine vigorously. No matter how many times he’d cleaned and polished it he just couldn’t manage to remove the last stains from the machine. His friends always chided him about getting a new machine but for some reason he loved this one and just couldn’t be parted from it. It had served him well for these last couple years since he opened his coffee shop.

Being a lion shifter and second in command to his father Yaser the Pride King, their shifter community, The Malik Pride, were surprised that he out of all people decided to open up a coffee shop. He guessed they expected him to run a boxing club or something as he had showed an interest in the sport years ago. He did – but that was then and now he had his heart set on a small business, and a coffee shop was as small as they came.

Zayn finally gave up on the impossible task of cleaning the machine, he threw the rag in the bucket and stood up. WHACK “arrrrgh….” Zayn’s head hit the counter side; beyond angry he kicked the bucket away from him and sat down on the nearest stool.

His head throbbed and his vision blurred, he really wished he hadn’t bothered wasting his time on that darn coffee machine.

He looked around his shop, it was empty which wasn’t a surprise; business was always a little slow on Tuesdays, especially at ten in the morning. His main customers were business men and women who came in for a coffee break to get out of the office and stretch their legs. Sometimes he had people come in simply to have a rest and a beverage after a long day of shopping, and it was why he decided to open his business on this street in particular.

Almond Street was vibrant and busy with all sorts of shops catered for every type of customer; from clothing to joke shops to even a sex shop at the end; something which he and his friends still sniggered about every time they walked past it. The people of Almond Street were very strange characters though, but they always kept Zayn entertained.

Speaking of which; one character in particular that always made Zayn laugh – much to their disapproval – was Mr Ahmed, who was currently headed his way. Mr Ahmed owned the café across the street, and ever since Zayn opened his shop, Mr Ahmed became his rival. He always complained that Zayn’s business was taking customers away from his own.

“Hello Mr Ahmed.” Zayn greeted happily knowing what was coming.

“Don’t hello me boy! Have you been stealing my food ideas?” Mr Ahmed asked in a squeaky voice, putting his hands on his hips. He looked like an old aggressive chiwawa with a furry white beard.

Zayn inwardly rolled his eyes.

“Relax Mr Ahmed, I run a coffee shop I don’t sell meals or savoury snacks…”

“Yes…but you’re stealing my customers who want a sit down and a cup of tea, instead they go to you! Mr Ahmed accused. “Don’t think I didn’t see Mrs Barton come in here earlier, that conniving woman,” he added, looking out the window as if he were searching for Mrs Barton on the street.

“That’s how businesses are though…you can’t expect to be the only one who sells hot beverages around here,”

“What kind of tables are those!?” exclaimed Mr Ahmed, he pointed at Zayn’s hoop coffee table and ignored what he had said.

“They’re in fashion, they are a trend in coffee shops these days…” Zayn silently laughed at Mr Ahmed lost expression.

“Trend…fashion…” Mr Ahmed sputtered, “How you young people even get customers these days –”

“Mr Ahmed, there are a couple of kids hanging outside your shop…and they look like trouble,” Zayn lied, having had enough of their short ‘conversation’.

“Is there?” Mr Ahmed yelped, looking across the street. He quickly ran out of Zayn’s shop and across the street. Zayn heard him shouting, “Oi you! Get away from my shop this is a place of eating not an amusement arcade!”

Zayn chuckled, shaking his head.

The door to the shop opened again and Zayn’s friend and partner in crime Louis Tomlinson walked in. With light brown hair that was always in a messed state, sea green eyes and his usual red striped tee shirt with pants and braces, Louis was like a brother to him. They grew up in each other’s pockets as his mum Trisha used to say, they were always getting into trouble around the shifter community. He was sure some of his father’s white hair was because of that.

“Sorry I’m late; Daisy wouldn’t shut up about what type of hair she wanted me to do for school,” Louis explained looking frazzled. “Lottie usually does it but she had to go to work early – Waliyha called her…said something about an urgent early client.”

Waliyha was Zayn’s middle sister with Doniya being the oldest and Safaa being the youngest. Zayn was older than Waliyha but younger than Doniya. He and his father were the only male shifters in the family, so they naturally had taken the role of protectors. Waliyha owned her own beauty business across town on Persia Drive.

Lottie was one of Louis’s many siblings; she was younger than him and worked as a hair stylist in Waliyha’s shop. The Tomlinson’s were a part of the Malik Pride, having moved their family many years ago from Doncaster which was located in the south of Yorkshire to the west in Bradford. Louis and his family had become part of the Malik family and had taken active roles in securing the safety of the Malik Pride and its community.

“It’s ok Louis,” Zayn replied, he knew how hard it had been for Louis having had to take the parent role to his younger siblings, as his mum had sadly died a couple of years ago. Zayn’s heart still ached and tears threatened to spill whenever he thought of her; she had been like a second mother to him.

“Was that Mr Ahmed I just saw running out of the shop and waving his arms frantically at those kids?” Louis asked as he hung his coat on the peg.

Zayn laughed “yea…he came in again to nag at me…”

“It’s been what now? The hundredth time in the past two weeks,” Louis shook his head.

“I don’t think he’s gonna be happy until I move my business elsewhere.”

“Nah…just ignore him…so are you ready for the party tomorrow?” Louis asked, switching on the ice-tea dispenser. “Katherine and Caroline are throwing one for Brian; your father said we can do it back at the hotel.”

“Ah…no I forgot about that,” Zayn smacked his forehead.

Katherine, Caroline and Brian were Zayn’s other friends; Caroline had called Zayn the other day and said Brian had returned from his travels across the world. It had surprised everyone when Brian had made a return to the shifter community the day before; especially when no one had expected him to return for another year. Brian had left with his girlfriend Emma, but Caroline told Zayn that apparently they had broken up along the way and Emma had returned to her Pride up in Scotland. So Brian didn’t want to travel anymore, Caroline suspected he was nursing a broken-heart.

Zayn was excited to see Brian again and get all the details and adventures he had gone on. Zayn and Louis had hardly stepped out of Yorkshire. It just weren’t possible to go on long journeys away from home and pride when you were relied upon for protection. The furthest he and Louis had been was to Manchester and even that was strictly business related.

“The girls don’t need any help do they?” Zayn asked. He worried between his business and Pride he had little time these days to do any extra ‘activities’. He even had to cancel his date with a cute local shifter girl he had chased after for ages, because he was too busy.

“No but Katherine said she wanted you to come in early and help her decorate, make it more party like.”

“Good, cause I can’t even think about the party yet – not before tonight is over anyway.” Zayn sat down on the chair and took a sip of the tea he had made earlier which had become cold by now. “Eurgh…” he grimaced and pushed the mug away from him.

“What’s tonight?” Louis asked behind the counter.

Zayn sighed, “Don’t you remember? My father has set up a meeting with the Payne Pride in Manchester.”

His father’s announcement had been a surprise to everyone not just Zayn, there were more than a few shifters who had doubts about the meeting; mainly because the Malik Pride and Payne Pride had been rivals for centuries.

Like the Malik’s, the Payne Pride – who were based in Wolverhampton was one of the oldest of lion shifter tribes in the United Kingdom. Zayn didn’t know why there was so much rivalry when lion shifters across the country tried to keep peace and live harmoniously, even trading with each other – but the Payne Pride had always viewed the Malik’s as ‘too soft’ and in return Zayn’s people had viewed the Payne’s as ‘too arrogant’.

No matter how reluctant everyone was though – the meeting was very much needed, his father had stressed. The Payne Pride King – Geoff, had called his father and reported that there were three murders that had happened near Wolverhampton, and they all seemed to have targeted lion shifters in particular.

So the meeting was set up to form an alliance in the hope together they could figure out who the serial killer was before they striked again.

“Oh yea…that one,” Louis mumbled. “Damn…still no closer to finding the killer then?”

“No – and my father is hopeful this meeting is what’s gonna do it, y’know the whole two minds better than one thing…”

“Yea…but…working with those jerks.” Louis grunted.

“Have you met them?” Zayn asked.

“No, but my mum used to talk about how the Payne Pride were a strict tribe – very military like.” Louis made marching motions with his arms.

Zayn grinned just as the shop door opened and a few customers walked in, Louis went to serve them.

Back to work before the journey to Manchester Zayn thought – his lion stirred suddenly with a feeling of dread. 


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