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

　　My makeshift outfit is a far cry from the gowns that Nyx tried to get me to wear. She practically begged me to change so I don't embarrass her in front of Cassian, and I kindly reminded her that I change no man. Not even my mates. She let me win this round, but I don't think this fight is over.


　　Nyx is grumbling under her breath about my outfit as we walk through the palace. My mother, on the other hand, looks pleased with my choice. She keeps elbowing me in my side and grinning.


　　Mom shrugs her shoulders and a pit forms in my stomach. I don't think I am going to like him.


　　I try to keep my head held high as I pass by the wondering eyes of the Fae. They whisper as I pass by, no doubt wondering who I am or if the rumors are true. Sweat is forming on my brow because of the weight of my wings. Nyx was adamant that I keep them from dragging the ground, but it is a difficult task so much so that I am falling behind Nyx's fast pace.


CHAPTER 35 Matchmaker