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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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235 Chs

Chapter 190

Chapter 190

Lucian

I was losing too much blood.

I needed blood to heal the wounds, and I had been left in this room for a long period of time. That wasn't good.

Aiden came here once a day to inflict wounds on me. Sometimes, he would give me blood to heal afterward; other times, he would leave me just like that. A tight smile appeared on my lips at the memory of punching Aiden yesterday. I punched him so hard in the face, his nose broke.

And then he prolonged my torture, giving me more wounds and messing up my face. I also learned that Vladimir would be making his first hybrid soon.

Tipping my head against the wall, I tried to steady my breath. Breathing too heavily could cause the wound on my throat to send pain coursing through me.

I closed my eyes. How long had it been since I got here? I wasn't exactly sure. Two weeks? One month?