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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.

Gift_Candy_2415 · 奇幻言情
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229 Chs

Chapter 126

Chapter 126

Aaliyah

As he released me, I clutched my neck, slowly rubbing it. He stared at me with wide eyes, swallowing hard as he moved closer. He reached out to touch me, and I did the only thing I could: I used my wolf claws to slash his chest, drawing blood.

I watched as blood dripped down his bare chest. I stepped back, frowning. "Fuck you!"

Tristan's brows furrowed, and he glared at me so hard that I felt a heat radiate around me. Without a word, he stormed out of the room, the door slamming loudly as he shut it.

My legs suddenly felt too weak to hold me, and I sank down onto the bed.

After some time, anger boiled through me, and I stood up, grabbing the lamp and smashing it against the wall. I collapsed onto the ground, drawing my knees to my chest and burying my head there.