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 don't know who I am right now. I have never willingly offered myself to anyone, but here I am, stark naked with my legs spread, waiting for one of the twins to enter me. They both loom over me, their eyes glazed over while they speak to one another through the mind link. No doubt, arguing over who will take my virginity. 


　　My arousal is dripping from my core, and I whimper with need. The soft noise that comes from my mouth grabs their attention. Their eyes dart to me, but they aren't looking at my face. No, they are looking at my hands. 


　　One has traveled to my breast, kneading and pinching my nipple. While the other is between my legs. My fingers spread my arousal over my clit, and I moan as I circle the small bud of nerves. I don't take my eyes off my mates as I finger myself. They are watching me intently, but neither one moves toward me. 


CHAPTER 28 Pain