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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 192

Chapter 192

Lucian

The relentless throbbing in my knee had all gone away after Tatiana healed me with her magic. What I felt now was intense pains from the wound.

Pulling myself up from the ground, I groaned as the wound on my back rubbed the wall. I needed to feed. I was slowly deteriorating.

Ever since Vladimir failed in his hybrid creation, he hadn't come to the basement again. And I was happy that he didn't. At least that will give me some time to heal from these wounds. But without blood, it would be such a waste.

I looked down at the chains around my wrist, and when I tried to pull it off, I groaned as the chains rubbed against my wound. Every so often, I would bleed out from the wounds on me. Anger burned through me, turning my skin hot. My right hand grew into claws, and I tipped my head back to feel my sharp Lycan teeth protruding. I would rip Aiden and make sure I give him a slow death when I have the chance.