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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 143

Chapter 143

Tristan

I was not sure what woke me late at night. The howls of Lycans perhaps? Or the wind?

But now that I was awake, going back to sleep was hard for me. I need to prepare myself ahead of later today. It would be a short trip.

Turning to my side, I saw Aaliyah fast asleep on the bed. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and she was tucked inside the blanket. I reached out to her and brushed the strands of hair from her face.

She rubbed her temples before going back to sleep. I need to make breakfast for the three of us. Careful not to wake her, I slipped out of the bed, wearing the pair of slippers.

I grabbed the bottle of whiskey at the table and poured myself a glass. As I took a sip from the drink, I looked through the window. The sky was slowly turning bright, and very soon the sun would be up.