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 hear everything Macy has said, but my brain isn't processing any of it. Well, that's not true. I got the cliff notes. She wants to start a war to bring peace. I will take the time to process all of that later. Right now, all I can see to focus on is how her cheeks flush when she is angry.


　　She flops down on her back. Hell bent on not helping me with her clothes. I would never admit this to anyone, but I love when she makes me work for it. She is so stunningly perfect that I would gladly bend to her every whim. 


　　Only, I don't plan on undressing her. That would take too much time. I dart my head under the full skirts of her gown, and she squeals. Pulling my head back out, I smile at her over the folds of her dress.


CHAPTER 60 Threats Or Promises