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 47- Addie – Ursool Part 3 Volume 4
***ADDIE'S POV***
"How dare you disrespect the King like that!" The angry man bellowed at Uncle Orson and Hunter as they continued to test the food. They paid this man no mind, just going about their business without fail.
"I'm sorry, sir, but what exactly are they doing to disrespect the King?" I looked pointedly at the man as he glared up at us. More specifically, he was glaring at me. He didn't even seem to see Nolan, Hunter, or Uncle Orson.
"You have them testing your foods for poison, like the King would dare to assassinate a worthless nobody like you."
This noble man was fuming, and I was hoping this emotional response was partly to blame for his less than fortunate appearance. His face was a deep red from his rage, but that wasn't it. He had eyes that were heavily lidded with large, sagging bags beneath them. It was almost impossible to make out their greenish yellow shine.