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 have never been a big drinker. While other kids my age were sneaking out and getting drunk, I was at home. On the rare occasions that I did drink, I liked to think I could hold my own, but this Fae wine is something else.


　　Currently, I am hanging upside down on the couch in the office. My wings are splayed awkwardly at my side, and the tips twitch along with the music coming from… I am not sure where the music is coming from. It doesn't matter. It is cheerful and makes me forget my plight.


　　"You are my new best friend," I tell Roland.


　　His silver eyes gleam at me, and he laughs. "Don't let Nyx hear you say that."


　　"Psh," I slur. "Nyx doesn't need me any longer. Not now that she has Cass-butt."


　　Roland roars with laughter. "Cass-butt isn't so bad."


　　"Is that why you hide in here and drink yourself into a stupor?" I attempt to raise an eyebrow at him, but my face is numb.


CHAPTER 36 Drunk