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

　　Destin and I land in front of the portal. It is already glowing brightly, which I am thankful for because I have no idea how to open it. I stare at it, trying to muster up the courage to step through.


　　"How did it know to open?" I ask no one.


　　"It can sense your presence," Destin informs me. "It is old magic."


　　"If you leave it open, just a little, time will flow equally between the realms," he whispers.


　　I ball my fists up at my sides and try to be brave. When I step toward the portal, it grows invitingly.


　　"It was nice knowing you," Destin mumbles.


　　"You could always come home," I tell him. "You don't belong in this world."


　　He smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. His wings disappear from his back, and the only thing left to indicate that he is Fae are his pointed ears. "The Immortal Realm holds nothing for me any longer."


　　"I couldn't choose you," I whisper. "You are not my path."


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