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

　　Macy drives me crazy. She can't keep running when things get hard. I want to spend the night lecturing her about what it means to be a leader, but the way her tongue slides into my mouth makes me forget everything. There will be time to discuss leadership responsibilities later.


　　Her wings flutter excitedly when I cup her face in my hands. The scent of her arousal fills the air, and I growl into her mouth. She smirks against my lips and pulls away. 


　　She bats her eyelashes innocently as she looks at me. "Weren't you planning on lecturing me about something?" 


　　Winston stands with her in his arms and lays her on the bed. Her wings are sprawled out at her sides, and her fingers are tangled in her hair. She is so beautiful I find myself staring at her. Apparently, Winston feels the same way because he hasn't taken his eye off her either. 


　　Her eyelids are heavy. She is in desperate need of sleep, but her hips wiggle in invitation. 


CHAPTER 67 Drives Me Crazy