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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.

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Chapter 219

Chapter 219

Vladimir

After Ivan left, I was angry and turned my frustration to Aiden, who was still standing there.

"You too, get out!" I yelled.

Aiden bowed his head before turning around and walking gently out of the room.

"Bastards!" I cursed. "All of you!"

All of a sudden, my hand started to shake, and when I looked down, I frowned. I snapped my head up, squeezing my eyes shut and murmuring something under my breath.

"Fools!" I cursed, slamming my fist against the table. I groaned as the shaking worsened, and when I tried to steady my hand, I felt my heart racing in fear.

Just then, the door opened, and my eyes widened to see my father walk inside the room. He stared at me with cold eyes, closed the distance between us, and sat down.

I was terrified. How was he here? He should be dead, right?

This old man was killed by his son. How is he alive and here?