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 143- Addie – Heading Home (VOLUME 2)
**ADDIE'S POV**
I knew that I should control my emotions. I knew that I shouldn't be letting myself look so excited about where it was that I was going. I knew that I shouldn't be bouncing in my seat with the buzzing energy that I just couldn't seem to control. I knew all of this, but I still couldn't stop myself. I was too happy about going home.
Yes, I wasn't supposed to refer to it as home, not anymore anyway. And I was supposed to pretend that I was adopted and that these people weren't my blood family. That was all well and true, but I also knew that I would never be able to pretend like I didn't love my family.
I may be a lot of things, and I may have gotten better at acting and lying, but that was just one feat that I would never be able to accomplish. I cared far too much for my family and the people that I loved to pretend like they were nothing to me. So, that was why I knew that this visit was going to be difficult in a lot of ways.