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Claimed by the Lycan King

Warning: Matured content 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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229 Chs

Chapter 158

Chapter 158

Aaliyah

"Why did you kill them?" I asked.

"Because of what they did to you."

"They didn't hurt me."

"They disrespected you and as the Queen that is treason."

"I told you to give me names earlier," he said. "I was still going to kill even without them."

I felt a sense of déjà vu. Same thing had happened two years ago.

"The place is quiet today," I said. "There is no trace of vampires. No war."

"For now."

"For now," I agreed. "Lucian remains asleep. The witch told us that his life is tied to that of a voodoo doll, and unless that spell is lifted, he will remain unconscious."

Tristan's jaw clenched. I caught sight of a flicker of red flashing past his eyes. I felt his rage through the bond.

"Tristan," I said. His eyes turned red again, and it darkened this time.

"I'm fine," he said, taking a deep breath as he squeezed his eyes shut.

I raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"