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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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Chapter 82

Chapter 82

Aaliyah

The chill in the house was strong, clawing into my skin. I looked ahead, staring at my body cradled in Tristan's arms. His face was filled with fear. He held me tight, screaming my name as he shook me.

Every part of me ached to call out for Tristan and tell him I was here.

"Tristan?" I called out.

He didn't turn. He couldn't hear me. My knees weakened, and my hands trembled as I reached out to touch him, my fingertips inches from his shoulder.

A loud creak broke the silence in the house, and relief flooded me. I wasn't alone here. There were others like me trapped on this side. I turned around to see the door open wide. A figure stepped out, and my breath caught.

Josh—the guy Tristan had killed—stepped into the light. How could I forget his face? I still remembered the pain I went through because of him, all because he wanted revenge on Tristan. And I was the scapegoat for it.