He'd already broken promises of finding his lifemate by his thirtieth, his thirty-first, his thirty-second birthdays.
No one but the dhjan could understand that choosing a lifemate wasn't so simple.
His lifemate simply wasn't there.
You know well the bond between the lifemate and the planet.
While he never believed he'd overlooked her among the throngs of women he'd met, he had heard even his sisters speak of the missing lifemate and how he had refused every woman on the planet and perhaps somehow overlooked her.
His lifemate was tiny, standing a full head shorter than the average woman and a head and shoulders shorter than him.
The second battle he would leave to his sisters: teaching his lifemate how to behave according to dhjan standards.
I will announce my lifemate at the committee.
With his lifemate discovered, he had everything he needed to reclaim his throne.
He set his lifemate on the bed and sat on the edge of the bed.
His youngest sister paused beside him, leaning against his thigh while she studied his lifemate with brown eyes a shade lighter than his.
And he left her sitting on the bed, aware of how much more work his lifemate would create for him.
Nishani, your lifemate was called away suddenly.
In the past few days, he'd learned just how unready he was to be the lifemate of his own nishani.
"It was a high-risk, strategic choice, like kidnapping my lifemate from the Qatwali," he replied, wrapping his arms securely around her.
I've been a warrior for too long to understand how to be the lifemate you deserve.
Damian's lifemate was petite, beautiful, and angry.