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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 138

Chapter 138

Aaliyah

I spent the entire day with Enola in her new room. I was still contemplating whether I should let her go or if she could be of use like Lucian had said. Leaving for my room, I entered the bathroom and started shaving, waxing, and applying lotion just to clear my mind from the thoughts bothering me.

In a few hours, Tristan would be home. As I stood in front of the mirror, brushing my hair and dressed in just a white robe, the door opened. I turned around to see Tristan walk in. He closed the door behind him, taking off his shoes. At the sight of me, his gaze settled on my chest, and he raised a brow.

I walked toward him, helping him with a few buttons, and then took off his shirt.

"How did it go?" I asked.

He sat down on the sofa.

"I visited your pack," he replied. "And I met the Alpha. Even with what happened between us, he promised not to bow to Vladimir."