The magic swirling around Bae made her look menacing, almost feral and he wanted her more than he'd wanted any other woman. She was something else entirely.

Trust was something the Kumari couldn't afford. Not with friends, not with her siblings, not even her children. There were only two things a Kumari should trust; the magic that ran through her veins and the love of her bonded mates.

It would be the height of dishonour if you were to die while your Cankurian mate lived.

He would fight any Ren to the death, even a brother, if she was to be his prize.