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 don't say a word to the Gray Creature until we land inside a grove of trees. The trunks are massive, and each one is hollowed out into a home. Lights shine brightly in the windows, and I can see people moving inside. "This is not what I expected." 


　　The Gray Creature stares at me pointedly. "You expected us to be savages." 


　　"Well," I twist my fingers together. "Yes." 


　　"Everything is not always as it seems," he sighs. "Just because Selene transformed us into creatures of the night, it does not make us monsters." 


　　My eyebrows furrow. I don't fully understand. Arabella was going to feed off my soul. She had pushed me to the ground, and she had injured me with the intent of killing me, I am sure of it. I touch the scar on my face that I refused to let Edward heal, the one that was supposed to be a reminder not to be so fucking impulsive. I groan inwardly at myself. I can't even follow my own rules. 


CHAPTER 63 Our Queen