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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 159

Chapter 159

Aaliyah

After taking my evening bath, I sat down at the edge of the bed, staring at the fireplace. Tristan was in the bathroom, taking his bath. I could hear the sound of water falling on the floor.

My mind was not at rest. I was thinking about almost everything. There was too much on my mind: finding a solution for Vrakẽq, how Tristan would be fighting his twin brother a week from now, and what would happen after the challenge.

Drawing my knees to my chest, I closed my eyes. Tristan refused to take the Elders off the wall and insisted on keeping them there for as long as he could.

My wolf throbbed deep within, as though she wanted release.

The door opened, drawing my attention. I turned to find Tristan standing at the entrance, dressed in a white robe.

"I was thinking about Vrakẽq's state," I said.

"Once I defeat Vladimir, we will have a solution to everything," he said.