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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 94

Chapter 94

Aaliyah

I dreamt of my baby.

I was sitting on soft grass, holding him in my arms. His eyes were pale blue, his skin light, and his hair curly.

He smiled, warming my heart. I wanted to stay here, where it was peaceful. This place was calm, with no sign of trouble. I wanted to be here with my baby. A breeze swept across my face. I heard footsteps, and when I turned, I saw Tristan.

"It's cold out here," he said. "I brought you a jacket."

I nodded, but as I looked back at my baby, my eyes widened. My hands were covered with blood. My baby was gone.

...

The pain was unbearable. I couldn't understand; I couldn't make sense of what was happening. I shuddered, as if my body were trying to reject the pain. I saw a light ahead, but no matter how much I tried to crawl toward it, I was sucked into the darkness.

I tried to stop the pain. It hurt so much. It felt like a knife slicing through my throat.