It was the perfect wedding. You finally wed your husband, Thomas Cinch. Everything was how you pictured it.

Until you were opening your wedding presents. One of them was unlike the others. When you opened the box, you were confused by the intricate scrawling that littered the inside of the box. You reached in, cutting your fingers on a small pin.

Suddenly, there he was, a towering shadow demon. Bronath leaned down, hooking his finger under your chin.

“My fated mate.” He purred.