Solange Daye

"You can't reject them. They are royals." 
"That is not a law," I cross my arms over my chest. "As soon as they acknowledge the bond between us, I will reject them." 
Mom takes another swig of the drink in her hand. "You can't. You are special." 
"Nyx doesn't make me special," I hiss. "She makes me weird." 
'I heard that,' Nyx replies from the other side of the room. 

***
For as long as Macy can remember, Nyx has been in her mind or by her side. Unlike other werewolves, Macy was gifted at birth with an ancient wolf who has lived many lives.
It is both a blessing and a curse.
Nyx being in her life has made it difficult for her to fit in, and she has remained an outcast.
To top it off, a damning prophecy hangs over Macy's head. Either she tames her mates, the Royal Twins, or death and destruction will come to pass. There is only one problem. She hates them, and they hate her. Years of torment and being called Crazy Macy has driven a wedge between them that cannot be removed or repaired. 
Macy isn't the only one with problems. The Royal Twins are keeping secrets of their own and are trying to find a way to find others like them. Little do they know, they need Macy as much as she needs them. 
With the world at stake, the three of them will need to put their differences behind them.

The Royal Twins and the Unforgiving Princess

　　My alarm goes off, and I try to reach for my phone, but something is holding me down. I look over and see that the pillow between Winston and I has been tossed onto the floor. His arm is draped over my body, his hands pressed against my bare skin. 


　　I should hate this. I have told myself to hate it, but I find myself turning off my alarm and staying in his arms. Unlike last night, I feel safe and comfortable in his arms. The electricity spreading over my skin causes heat to pool between my legs. I press my thighs together, trying to hide the arousal growing within me. 


　　Nyx's head is lying on the side of the bed, and she is staring at me with concern. 'The mate bond is hard to resist,' she says. 


　　"I don't feel anything," I lie to her. 


　　'I may not be in your mind,' Nyx sighs. 'But I can still see what is in your heart. You want him.' 


　　"I don't," I try to keep my voice low. 


CHAPTER 9 Scars