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

　　The sun is beating down on my face, and the grass under my feet is thick and lush. I get the feeling that I am a long way from home, but I have no idea how I got here.


　　I squint against the light and see two women walking toward me. The one I recognize it is Luna Queen, but the other woman I have never seen before.


　　She has long silver hair that hangs effortlessly down her back. She appears to be floating instead of walking, and I do a double take when I see pointed ears hiding behind her hair.


　　The women do not speak to one another as they approach me. The Luna Queen looks irritated at the mere presence of the other woman.


　　I get to my feet and brush off my clothes and I notice I am no longer wearing the black dress I wore to the party. The dress I am wearing is not mine. It is nothing that would ever be in my wardrobe. It is long, black, and lacy. It is lovely but not my style.


CHAPTER 14 Thinning Veil