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Claimed by the Lycan King

Aaliyah never thought her life would end up this way. Framed for the death of her brother’s mate, her brother punishes her for justice of his mate. But just then, the Lycan King, Tristan appears, claiming her as his mate. At first it feels like he was saving her, but it quickly turns into something far from that. Aaliyah tries to convince herself that she has escaped the nightmare of her pack and brother. But the Lycan King, Tristan didn’t save her out of love. Bound by an old Lycan tradition debt that must be paid every decade, Tristan has his own reasons for claiming her and it has nothing to do with the mating bond that they shared. A debt that would cost her freedom, and perhaps even her life. As debts demands to be paid and enemies claws in, Tristan must face an impossible choice: honour his responsibility and sacrifice Aaliyah, or go against the tradition and risk everything to protect the woman he was never meant to love. .... Volume 2: Four years have passed in Vlẽkhut, and war is still raging. The conflict between hybrids and Lycans grows worse, while the battle for the throne turns into a struggle for power as powerful Lycan emerges, fighting for the crown. Amidst the war, Aaliyah, still on the run from Vladimir after her husband's death, rises with power. She is now determined to claim the throne that rightfully belongs to her husband. She will take revenge on all those who destroyed her family and find a way to bring her husband back from the dead.

Gift_Candy_2415 · Fantasy
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Chapter 142

Chapter 142

Aaliyah

As I stood in front of the pyre, forgoing the tradition of the Lycans, the dead were to be burned. Within two weeks, the Vampires and Werewolves under Vladimir had killed many of our warriors.

I stood on the open ground, dressed in a long black coat and blue jeans.

I was not the only one here. Enola stood at my side. Hayley and Lucian stood together, and in front of us was Tristan. Some warriors stood behind us. I was holding Kieran in my arms.

I shook my head sadly as the warriors, who were wrapped in thin white clothing, were carried from the black van. Their blood soaked through the fabric.

I shook my head again. How had we gone from living a peaceful, beautiful life to this? This was just the beginning, but more than hundreds of Tristan's warriors had been killed. This was because two brothers wanted the throne. A fight for the throne. This was a war between two Kings.