My New Life in the Kingdom of Wolves
Eighteen year old Addie hates her life. She's been in a wheelchair since she was a little girl. She's felt like a burden on her family and dreams of a life like the ones she's only read about. So, when she finds herself reborn in another world with all the memories of her previous life, she embraces this new opportunity. She's finally healthy, she's finally strong. She can finally feel alive. However, when she's thirteen a debt is incurred that may change her new life forever. One that they won't know the repercussions of until she once again turns eighteen. When that debt is called upon, and the payment must be made, Addie finds herself living in the Kingdom of the Werewolves. She must now figure out how to get home and why her new life is different than that of all the other humans in this world. And on top of that, she has found herself in the sight of the Werewolf King. What is it that he wants from her? What is it that he has planned when he summons her to the castle and forces her to live there? Follow along with Addie as she learns how to navigate in this new world of hers and as she discovers just what it is that makes her different from all the rest. ************ WARNINGS ************ ADULT LANGUAGE SUGGESTIVE SITUATIONS SLAVERY VIOLENCE NOTE THE COVER ART IS NOT MY OWN ALL CHARACTERS AND SITUATIONS IN THIS STORY ARE COMPLETELY FICTIONAL AND ARE WORKS WRITTEN BY DENI CHANCE. THIS BOOK IS SOLELY POSTED ON WEBNOVEL AND CHEREADS AND SHOULD NOT APPEAR ANYWHERE ELSE. Contact me at any of the following- https://www.deni-verse.com/, https://www.instagram.com/dcinmi87/, https://twitter.com/DCinMI, https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100070561061763
Chapter 13- Addie – Leading up to the Wedding Part 3 Volume 4
***ADDIE'S POV***
After all my friends and family left the royal wing, aside from Juliana, that is, it was time for me to head down to the ceremony chambers, and change into my dress for the big day. After that was done, it would be time for me to meet back up with Nolan, and finally get married. There was no pressure, though. Nope, none at all.
And, of course, I was only kidding myself. It felt like the weight of the world was crashing down on my shoulders. This day, just getting the ceremony to even start, felt somewhat cursed.
Maybe it wasn't cursed from the moment I awoke this morning, but there was something about it that was just a little off, now that we were getting closer to the final steps before the actual ceremony was due to start. Something just felt off and wrong, as we walked toward the subterranean chamber, but I couldn't put it into words.