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 eyes flutter open, and I am immediately met with a pair of green ones. Destin is staring at me, but his hands remain at a respectable distance. I, on the other hand, am curled into his chest. This doesn't look good. "Oh shit."


　　Destin doesn't say anything. His dark hair is messier than usual, and he looks tired. His jaw is twitching uncomfortably. My fingers curl against his bare chest, and I realize my wing is draped over his body. He is careful not to move or to touch me.  


　　"Can you remove your wing please?" He asks.  


　　I try to lift my wing, but I am still inept at moving them. It violently swings backward, and I tumble off the bed. Instead of coming to my rescue, Destin sighs in relief. I lie on the ground for a moment in embarrassment. How many times can I hurt myself in front of this man?


CHAPTER| CHAPTER 45 This Looks Bad