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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 136

Chapter 136

Aaliyah

I rose early the next morning, and Tristan was gone when I woke up. After preparing myself, I went straight to Kieran's room and found him still asleep. Once he had taken his bath, and we ate in his room, I took him to the garden.

The wind blew strong that morning, a reminder that winter was fast approaching. It was cold outside, but as Werewolves and Lycans, our bodies tended to heat up quickly, so the temperature would have to be extremely low for us to feel the cold.

There were some winter flowers that had started to bloom. As I walked through the garden, I tugged on the sweater Kieran was wearing. Dhùgak pack would be snowing by now. Growing up there, I had already grown accustomed to the cold weather there.

Kieran stretched his hand toward the camellia plant, and I plucked one, handing it to him.