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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 95

Chapter 95

Aaliyah

"Okay," I took a deep breath. "I can do this."

My hands trembled as I reached for the book, but I pulled back. The book was dangerous, and one wrong move could destroy me.

I felt my magic brewing inside me. I could die destroying this book, but that didn't matter. My survival didn't matter if it meant saving my son. If it meant I could kill those witches.

Exhaling sharply, I extended my hands toward the book and let my magic flow through me. The book sensed my magic, and a strong wind blew through the room. The pages flipped open, rustling at full speed. Whispers whistled through the room, carried by the wind.

I chanted under my breath, pushing my magic toward the book.

A force pulled against me, but I held my ground, clenching my hands into fists as I continued chanting.

All of a sudden, the ground began to vibrate. The walls cracked, and stones began to fall. I forced myself to keep going.