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 164- Addie – Castell Part 8 (VOLUME 2)
**ADDIE'S POV**
When the images stopped on the screen, I felt as if I was about to cry. I had never known how I had gotten to my parent's home. I had thought that I was born there, born to them. And here, now, I find out that I am not Addison Mercer at all. I was never a Mercer in any way aside from the proximity to them.
No, that isn't fair. They raised me. They loved me. They took care of me. I was their daughter. And they were my parents. That will never change. Still, it was a little strange to find all of this out when I was quickly approaching my twentieth birthday.
"Wolf?" I was still looking at the screen and not at the part of me that I was speaking to. "I understand how I came to be with my family, my parents that raised me, but how is it that I wasn't born a wolf? And why was I such a sick little baby? In the memories that I was shown, the baby was weak and sick." I was thinking about how tiny I was, how premature I was. How early had I been born?