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 67- Addie – Ursool Part 23 Volume 4
***ADDIE'S POV***
When I pulled my hands away to inspect the spell, I was pleasantly surprised. There was nothing left. No mark. No scar. Nothing at all. And it didn't appear that Varel was in pain any longer.
"How does that feel?" I asked him as I looked into his eyes. Or I tried to. Varel's eyes were glued to his arm, and where the mark used to be. All he saw was a faint reddish outline of my hand from when I held on to him. It was already beginning to fade, and soon he would be completely unmarked.
"Y…y…you did it." When he looked up, there were once again tears streaming from his eyes, but the look on his face was one of immense relief. He was free, which he never thought was possible. And now he could choose what he wanted to do with his life. He never had to be forced to obey ever again.