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

　　The sound of Selene's laughter continues to fill my mind. It is high pitched and deranged. Desperate to block out the noise, I press my hands to my ears and close my eyes.


　　'Pull yourself together,' my Gray Creature hisses at me.


　　At her command, my eyes pop open, and I find myself staring at the Moon Goddess herself. Her laughter stops as she studies me. "Did you think I would let you bring forces into my realm?"


　　I glance around. The lycans that pushed me through the portal are gone. I could have sworn that they entered the Human Realm just moments before I did. Where are they?


　　"Looking for someone?" She says as she circles me. "Lycan warriors, Perhaps?"


　　As she speaks, werewolves come out of the trees. I don't need to smell them to know they are rogues. Their matted hair and unkempt appearance tells me all that I need to know.


　　"The problem with hopping between realms is how time moves. You can't guarantee everyone comes through at the same time."


CHAPTER 69 Deceived