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 wander through the halls of the palace with a bottle of fae wine. It is still corked. I don't have the balls to drink it because I know if I do, I will end up in the forest looking for her.


　　I told Macy my mate was dead. It isn't exactly a lie. Everything about her is dead; she doesn't exist in her current form. She is nothing but death and destruction now- a Gray Creature.


　　Even in my sober state, I head for the front door of the palace. The sting of Macy's rejection is still fresh in my mind, and I would do anything to numb that pain, including killing the night creatures of the Realm. Maybe if I am lucky, they will kill me this time.


　　One more corner, and I will be free to leave the palace, but the sound of singing stops me. It is coming from Roland's office. I groan loudly, wondering what woman has fallen to his charms this time. As I approach the door, I slap my hand against my forehead.


CHAPTER 44 No Longer The Same