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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 · 奇幻言情
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235 Chs

Chapter 182

Chapter 182

Aaliyah

Standing up from the bed, I walked towards the window and stared at the night sky. My skin prickled with goosebumps as I stood there, lost in thought. Slowly, I became aware of the presence of someone familiar behind me. I heard footsteps approaching, and before I knew it, strong arms encircled my waist. Warm lips brushed the side of my neck, sending a wave of heat through my body.

"Aaliyah."

I recognized the voice almost immediately—it was Tristan's voice. He was dead. I couldn't believe that he was standing behind me, alive and well. This had to be a dream. It was a dream.

I slowly turned around to face him, parting my lips at the sight of Tristan standing tall, his familiar figure and presence filling the room.

My heart started pounding as different emotions swirled within me, overwhelming my senses. All I could do was stand there, staring at him in disbelief, unable to process what was happening.