Chains to Crowns

Chains to Crowns

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A tale of healing. Klara has been abused for over half of her life by her father and wolves of her pack. When she finally runs she ends up running straight to her mate - King Marc. Follow Marc and Klara as she learns to trust him and he guides her through her recovery, only to discover that Klara isn't all as she appears. Can be read as a stand-alone but is the second in the Hunterson Royals series. The first in the series - The Imprisoned Princess. - Adelaide, Trey and Wade's story. The full story is on Inkitt. I will not be completing it here (reason on my profile) DISCLAIMER- Trigger warnings. - Depictions of physical abuse and references to (non-graphic) sexual abuse of an adolescent throughout - if this will upset you do not read the Italics 'prologue' before each chapter.
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Adelaide was a happy young wolf, looking forward to the excitements of a wolf life. Their mate, their pack family, their own family. The joys of being half monster and half human. That was until the pack started whispering when her family would pass by. Some would cower in fear and some would bear their neck as if submitting to us. "We were of no power, we were hardly significant at all? Just a family of medium standing wolves in a normal pack far from anywhere of significance. Yet, we were watched, hunted, and inevitably... killed." Her voice comes cold, falls flat upon her ears not even registering the weight of her own words. Her pain long pushed away, packed in the small chest she keeps it in, never really knowing what had caused her the turmoil. His hand caressed under her chin and she regained her focus on him. He pushed at the tears she hadn't realized spilled over unto her cheeks. "Except you." "Except me, the survivor."

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