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

　　Nyx's father, Garrett, is a breath of fresh air. He is foul-mouthed and stubborn, just like Nyx was in the Human Realm. Before I realize it, when have danced through several songs, bumping into anyone who dares to get too close. My stomach hurts from laughing, and tears are rolling down my cheeks.  


　　We are about to start our next dance when someone taps Garrett on the shoulder. He twirls me around, and I slam into Nyx. Her gray eyes are cold, and she is scowling at the both of us. I look at Garrett for help but he is sneaking away.  


　　"Coward," I grumble under my breath.  


　　"Speak for yourself," he laughs over his shoulder. "My daughter is terrifying."  


　　He scoots through the crowd, desperate to get away from Nyx. I double over with laughter, but Nyx is not amused.


　　"Oh, no, you don't," she hisses through her teeth.  


CHAPTER 50 Arabella