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

　　Silence falls over the ballroom. Fae stand with their hands over their mouths and tears in their eyes. No one dares utter a sound for fear of Cassian's wrath. The only one who dares make any noise at all is Roland. 


　　He is broken. His daughter was lost to him before, but not dead. Now, she lies at his feet, and there is nothing he can do to save her. All hope and joy has drained from his face, and for the first time since I met him. He looks old. The wrinkles around his eyes look deeper, and his skin appears sallow. 


　　Guilt overcomes me, and I curl myself into Winston's chest. If only I had stayed inside. It is my fault she is gone. Why do I have I always do the opposite of what I am told? 


　　Feet begin to shuffle, and the ballroom slowly empties. I don't dare to meet their faces as the attendees leave. Goddess knows what they must think of me. 


　　"Take her to her room," Cassian sighs. 


　　"I think I am owed some sort of explanation," I retort. 


CHAPTER 53 Wings