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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.

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Chapter 162

Chapter 162

Aaliyah

Anger boiled through my blood as I held Vladimir's gaze. I wanted to let my wolf out. She would have lunged on his face the moment I released her and cut through his neck with her claws. But would I be alive by then?

Vladimir would kill me the moment I try to attack. I knew better than to act on such impulses.

"Did you not hear any of what I said?" he asked.

"You are not my King," I snapped. My hands clenched into tight fists at my side.

"Get on your knees," he commanded.

"Make me."

Vladimir stiffened. "Oh, I could."

"You call yourself the King of Lycans, but Tristan sits on the throne," I said.

His jaw clenched, and his eye color started shifting to a bright red. "I could have killed him many times when I had the chance and made myself King. But I didn't. Instead, I won the hearts of the people."