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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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#FASTPACED
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#PREGNANCY

Chapter 87

Chapter 87

Aaliyah

I gasped, staring at the doctor lying unconscious on the ground. Tristan left the room, and after some time, he returned with Tyler. Tyler carefully carried the doctor outside the room, and I turned to Tristan.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, coming closer.

"Angry for some odd reason," I said.

"You're angry at me?"

"No, not at you," I shook my head. "I think it's the hormones. I haven't been alright since this morning. My senses are heightened. I can hear sounds and voices that my wolf is supposed to block."

"How about we go for a ride?" he suggested. "Let me take you somewhere."

"My eyes widened. "What if someone sees me?"

"We're not going into the city," he said. "We'll just take a ride around."

"Okay then," I agreed and stood up from the couch. When I looked down at my gown, it had a bloodstain.

As Tristan led me toward the garage, he placed a hand around my waist.