Louisa's Lamentations: Book 4 of The Sovereign Series

Louisa, the youngest of Xavier and Margot Reifenberg's children, is set to have her Coming of Age Ball on her 21st birthday. The tradition was passed on over generation after generation for centuries. The royal wolf in question always chooses his own mate instead of waiting for their fated one to be found.

Well, maybe not always...





"It's the mating pull-the true kind. The one that royalty has not felt for centuries, being cloistered and relatively alone upon this island. The ones they force with a potion that..." He trailed away, frowning.



"That what?"



He shook his head. "It's no matter. The true pull of a mate is incomparable to the one made with the moonflower."

She pondered that for the rest of their dance, her mind all of a flutter until the last strains of music faded away to polite claps and appreciative nods.



Rionnag bent low over Louisa's hand and placed his soft lips on the gentle curve between her forefinger and thumb. Leaning in, he whispered into her ear. "Have fun tonight, little mate, for after this evening, no man's hands will touch your body in any sort of intimate way, and certainly never hold you as close as I will for the rest of our lives." He paused as if amused before continuing. "Good to see you again, Louisa."