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

　　Reluctantly I put on a baby blue gown and follow Nyx through the palace. I want to protest and refuse to come down for breakfast, but my curiosity keeps getting the better of me. This time, I don't focus on keeping my wings off the ground. I pay attention to the halls around me. If I am going to live here, I need to be able to find my way around. 


　　After walking for what seems like hours, we finally step inside the dining room. It is fuller than I expected. My parents are there, along with Destin, Cassian, and Roland. There is no other seat for me to take except for the one beside Destin. His words from earlier are ringing loudly in my head, and my ears feel like they are on fire. 


　　He jumps to his feet to pull out of my chair, and I glare in his direction. I don't want or need his help, especially not after this morning. Determined to play nice, I grind my teeth together and let him help me. His fingers glide between the feathers of my wings, and I shiver.


CHAPTER 39 Breakfast