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

　　Tucked away in a corner of the ballroom, I watch Macy. Severs walk by with trays of food and drink, but I don't dare eat or drink anything that is offered to me. Nor do I dance or mingle. Winston is not in sight, and I have to keep her safe.


　　She is glorious. Her laughter floats above the noise of the crowd and I can see the sparkling of her blue eyes from here. She looks like she is having the time of her life. Whenever the Fae man twirls her, her wings catch a slight breeze and lift her from the ground. I am jealous of the man in her arms. He is making her do something I cannot. Laugh. 


　　A shimmer of gray catches my eye, Nyx storming through the crowd. She looks pissed. I smirk as she breaks up Macy's fun and chases off the Fae man. In an attempt to scold him she points a finger at his chest but he distracts her and runs away. Standing on her tiptoes, Nyx scans the crowd, looking for him, but he has disappeared.


CHAPTER 51 No Moon