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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 207

Chapter 207

Ivan

Upon arriving at the castle, Vladimir invited me into his office, and I followed him, sitting on the chair.

"We have traveled more than five hours," Vladimir said. "Would you like something to eat? There is plenty of food in the kitchen."

I just stared at him, flashing a tight smile.

"What about blood?" Vladimir asked. "I could ask the guards to fetch my prisoner from the basement. You know, his blood tastes better than that of a normal person."

I looked at him in surprise. "You still have him locked up in the basement?"

"Yes, of course."

"It's been four years, Your Grace," I said.

"I create more than ten hybrids in two days," Vladimir said. "I need his blood to complete their transition."

Just then, he started shaking his head and lowered his gaze, pressing his hand on the table.

"Are you okay?" I asked.