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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.

Gift_Candy_2415 · Fantasia
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#VAMPIRE
#FASTPACED
#FORBIDDENLOVE
#PREGNANCY

Chapter 127

Chapter 127

Aaliyah

I bit my lip when I noticed something that caught my attention. The words were at the tip of my tongue when I held back. We were silent for more than thirty minutes, and I frowned when he didn't speak again. He should have apologized for what happened this morning.

"Will you not drink anything?" he asked, rubbing his fingers across my cheek as he brushed the strands of hair from my face. The gentle way his fingers touched me made me break my self-discipline and turn to look at him. He was holding two glasses of wine and leaned toward me.

He waited patiently, staring at me with dark eyes. For a moment, I looked into his eyes and wondered if he knew I was still angry or not. Taking the glass from him, I took a sip of the wine.

Tristan grabbed my other hand, and before I could react, he bit my thumb, drawing blood. Heat rushed through my body, and I pulled my hand away.

"Ouch!"