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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 181

Chapter 181

Vladimir

Tonight, the moon bled, a reminder that the Lycans had a new King.

"I have a task for you," I said, staring at Tatiana through the mirror. She took a sip from her wine.

"I'm listening," she replied.

"Find Tristan's wife," I said. "And bring her here alive."

Tatiana smirked as she set the wine down and stood up. "I will do just that, with the prisoner."

...

Inside the dim throne room, I knelt on the cold floor, surrounded by warriors in their Lycan forms. They circled me, chanting in the ancient Wolverine language as the ritual to crown the next King of Lycans began.

After some time, they stepped back, and two Elders came forward. One carried an ancient dagger, created by a powerful witch and forged from moonstone. The other carried a small bowl filled with the dark blood of the Elders, mixed with werewolf venom.