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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.

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Chapter 119

Chapter 119

Year 1822

I sat in the living room, reading the magazine in my hand. It contained daily news about the two women who had been found dead yesterday. I smiled, knowing full well that I was the one who had killed them. I fed on them until they could no longer scream, and then I killed them. Though Lycans only feed when they're wounded, I enjoy feeding like Vampires.

With the witches still resting in their coffins even after two years, I found myself surrounded by both Werewolf and Lycan guards. Hearing something drop on the floor, I looked up from the magazine to see a fair, brunette young woman lying on the table. Her neck had been slit open, and her eyes were half-open. She was one of the women I had killed last night. The only reason she was here was because she was such a waste.