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 remember how I got back to my room last night. Hell, I am not even sure this is my room. This place is familiar and strange. I know I just got here, but I can't remember ever being anywhere before. I know this hasn't always been my home, but where was my home?


　　As I lay in bed, I try to make sense of my life. I had to have been somewhere before I came to the palace. Did I live in the village? Is there a village?


　　Pretty soon, my head starts hurting from trying to remember, or maybe it hurts from getting drunk last night. I make a silent vow not to drink any more fae wine. Keeping my wits about me is going to be essential.


　　Clumsily, I get out of bed and make my way into the closet. Pastel gowns hang as far as the eye can see. I hate each and every one of them, but I can't continue to wear the outfit from yesterday. However, the thought of pissing off Cassian is enticing.


CHAPTER 38 The Devil You Are