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.