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

　　I wake up in the morning, and my bed is nothing but a tangle of arms and legs. Though I went to sleep with neither twin touching me, in the middle of the night, we became intertwined.


　　Hesitantly, I open my eyes, only expecting to see Winston holding me, but Edward's arms and legs are wrapped around me, too. Wiggling my arms out from under them, I notice that markings on my arms have gotten darker and have spread further. 


　　I am studying them carefully when there is a knock on my door. I attempt to get out of bed, but the twins tighten their arms around me and pin me to the bed. The knocking gets louder, and my mother's voice yells through the door. "Macy, we need to talk." 


　　Edward growls at my side, "She is sleeping."


　　"Let me up," I whisper. "I need to speak to her. We need to air out some grievances." 


　　Winston tenses beside me. "Do you want us to come with you?" 


　　"No," I shake my head, but I am unsure. "I can handle this on my own." 


CHAPTER 19 Leaving