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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
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Chapter 73

Chapter 73

Aaliyah

After Tristan left, I went to the library to read some of my mother's grimoires. Taking a sip from my cup of tea, I leaned back against the chair, flipping through the pages.

As time passed, I found myself gaining more knowledge about the spells my mother had written. I had just started practicing magic with the spells when I felt a rush of wind enter the library. Then, I heard whispers that reached my ears. Shutting the grimoire, I stood up, my heart racing as I scanned the room for the source of the noise.

Turning back to the grimoire on the table, my eyes widened at the sight of a young, beautiful woman with dark skin standing before it. Her fingers traced the cover of the book. Slowly, she raised her head, and our eyes met. At first, I thought I was dreaming. My heart raced as I continued to stare at her.

Oh my god!

"Mother," I breathed, seeing a smile tug on her lips.