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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 168

Chapter 168

Aaliyah

"They were so many," I said, looking at Tristan, who was staring at his reflection in the mirror.

This was likely sent from Vladimir. There were still days before the duel between the two brothers.

Tristan left the mirror, and I walked outside to the balcony. I stood there for some time, staring at the splashes of blood on the ground. A sudden sensation returned to my arms, and I shuddered as goosebumps lined my skin.

The sensation intensified, throbbing inside my arms. Feeling Tristan's presence, I turned around to find him standing at the doorway. His eyes glowed red and darkened as he stepped closer.

"You don't look fine," I murmured. "Is it the wolfsbane?"

"Yes," he answered. "I was shot twice."