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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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233 Chs

Chapter 71

Chapter 71

Tristan

"It's been such a long day," I said to Aaliyah as we stepped out of the car.

She nodded, rubbing her forehead.

"Feeling tired?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied.

"Come. I'll make you dinner," I said, curling my fingers around her wrist. I led her out of the garage, and we walked inside the house.

We went upstairs to my room. After changing into more comfortable clothes, I left the closet and saw Aaliyah dressed in one of my shirts. A smile tugged at my lips as I watched her on her phone.

She sat down on the couch, looking exhausted. Leaving for the kitchen, I put on an apron and poured myself a glass of water.

Taking the salmon from the fridge, I washed it under cool water before placing it on the chopping board. Then, I patted it dry with a paper towel.