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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 209

Chapter 209

Aaliyah

"I really don't want to do this," I said, chanting something. Like a magnet, the woman was pulled toward me, dropping to her knees.

She tried to fight my magic, but I clamped my hands on the sides of her head and began to chant sleep into her mind. She struggled for a while but eventually gave in and collapsed to the floor, unconscious.

Looking around, I walked away from her body and headed toward the restroom.

Before I could reach the women's restroom, the girl stepped out, looking startled. I smiled.

"I... I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't think anyone was in there."

She took a step back, her expression turning terrified.

"You've been following me for days now," she said, her fear intensifying when she noticed the witch lying on the floor.

"You think you can walk around freely in a human city while carrying a witch's possession?"

"What?"