CHAPTER 2 Crazy Macy

　　Macy POV

　　Someone bangs on my bedroom door. I roll over and realize that Jacob is still in my bed. He is huddled on the side of my bed, doing his best not to touch me. I roll my eyes at his theatrics and shove him awake. He yelps loudly when he hits the floor.

　　The banging on my door gets louder, and I know whoever is on the other side has heard him. Jumping out of the bed, I grab him by the arm and drag him across the floor and into my closet. He starts to protest, but I press my finger to his lips to keep him quiet. He crosses his arms over his chest and pouts.

　　After quietly shutting the closet door, I make a huge production of yawning loudly as I open my bedroom door. I stretch my arms wide to my sides and pretend like I have been sleeping. "What?"

　　Mom pushes her way into my room and looks around. If it were one of my dads, I would be concerned that they would smell Jacob's scent coming from my closet, but Mom is a human. There is no way she will know he is in there.

　　She looks around my room and wrinkles her nose at my mess, but she doesn't lecture me about it. She has learned to pick her battles. As if she has a sixth sense, she makes her way to my closet. She rests her hand on the doorknob and waits for me to protest, but I just give her a challenging look.

　　She swings the door open, and Jacob tries to hide in between my clothes. She lets out a frustrated sigh and yanks him out of the closet.

　　"Jacob," I pretend to be surprised. "How long have you been in my closet?"

　　"Don't play stupid," Mom groans. "I know he stays here most nights."

　　"How exactly do you know that?" I ask smugly.

　　"Because I was eighteen once," Mom laughs. "I had a fifty-fifty chance. He was either in the closet or under your bed."

　　"I didn't touch her, Luna," Jacob grovels at her feet, and I roll my eyes at his lack of backbone. "All we do is sleep."  

　　"Jacob, you should go home," Mom says seriously. "I need to speak to my daughter."

　　Jacob grabs his shoes and heads for the bedroom door. He glances over his shoulder and gives me a pitiful look before he disappears. Then Mom turns her disappointment and anger onto me, and it isn't just her. The shadow of my wolf, Nyx, sits beside her with the same look of disappointment in her eyes.

　　"He can no longer stay here," she says.

　　"It's like he said, we don't DO anything. We just like each other's company," I reply.

　　"Things are changing," Mom continues. "The Royal Twins are coming to stay."

　　I swallow the lump that feels like it is choking me. "I will pack a bag and stay with Jacob until they leave."

　　"Not this time," she says. "They are coming to stay."

　　Nyx's shadow is rubbing against my mother's legs like she is a cat. I grit my teeth and glare at her. "Would you stop that," I hiss at her.

　　'I like your mom,' she replies.

　　"I am assuming you are speaking with Nyx," Mom says.

　　"I was, but that's beside the point," I growl. "Why are they coming?"

　　Mom wipes a tear from her cheek. "It is time."

　　"I am just eighteen," I shout at her. "I won't be tied down, especially not to them."

　　"Your tenth birthday party was a long time ago," Mom tries to reason with me. "Maybe they have changed."

　　"I can't believe you are taking their side," I huff. "They got everyone to call me Crazy Macy and ruined my party. Do you know what people call me at school today? Crazy Macy. For the past eight years, I have had no friends besides Jacob, all because of them. They ruined everything for me."  

　　"They are your mates," Mom reminds me.

　　Nyx nods her head in agreement. Unlike most werewolves, I have known that the Royal Twins would be my mates for as long as I can remember. At three years old, I tried to mark Edward on the hand because Nyx told me that was what I was supposed to do. Over the years, I did my best to befriend them, but they are cruel and horrible people that I refuse to associate with. Mates or not.

　　"I don't care," I hiss in her direction. "I will not accept them."

　　"What does Nyx say?" Mom smirks.

　　"She doesn't rule my life," I shout before I disappear into my closet.

　　"They will be here within the hour. I expect you to be dressed and waiting for them with the rest of us," Mom yells, and then I hear my door slam.

　　"Fine," I smirk. "I will get ready."

　　'Don't do whatever you are thinking about doing,' Nyx growls at me.

　　I have already blocked her out. I am pulling out my favorite torn fishnets and black shorts. Donning my favorite black bra, I cover it with a lace top. Checking my reflection in the mirror, I am pleased. I line my eyes with black eyeliner and put on bright red lipstick. After straightening my normally curly black hair, I decide this is exactly the statement I am trying to make. If they want to see Crazy Macy, I will show them Crazy Macy.

　　'You can't wear that to meet our mates,' Nyx hisses at me.

　　"I have already met them," I respond aloud. "Are you coming along?"

　　She sits back on her hind legs and cocks her head to the side. 'I don't have a choice,' she growls. 'You are going to ruin it for both of us.'

　　"What do you care?" I reply. "You have had enough mates for several lifetimes. What makes these so important? You can get new ones in your next life."

　　'That's not the point,' Nyx whines.

　　"Whatever," I groan, leaving her behind in my room. The next thing I know, she is back in my mind chatting nonstop.

　　I try to block her out as I step onto the front porch. Mom looks me up and down, and her lips press together in a tight line, but my dad, Kai, busts out laughing. "This is certainly a choice."

　　"This is my favorite outfit," I respond sweetly. "Don't I look nice?"

　　No one has a chance to answer because the Royal cars pull up to the front of the pack house. The Luna Queen exits first, followed by her two mates. I bare my neck in submission, but I keep my eyes glued to the car. I keep a scowl on my face. I want to make sure they know they are not welcome.

　　The first one steps out of the car and Nyx is howling inside my mind. She is chanting the word 'mate' over and over again. I don't remember which one he is, but Goddess, he is beautiful. Still, I keep my face neutral.

　　Then, the second twin gets out of the car. He is larger than the first but just as beautiful. They both narrow their hazel eyes as they look at me. Their eyes scan my body, and identical smirks spread over their faces. I am having a hard time keeping my scowl, so I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and bite down until blood fills my mouth.

　　The Luna Queen and Mom are chatting like old friends, and the men are doing the same. No one is paying attention to the tension building between the twins and me. The first approaches me slowly and stops impossibly close to me. I roll my shoulders back and glare at him.

　　He reaches out and tugs my lip out from between my teeth. "Crazy Macy," he smiles. "It has been a long time."