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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 38

Chapter 38

Sunlight drifted into the room, coaxing me from a deep sleep. I yawned, peeling my eyes open. Turning to my side, I saw Tristan fast asleep, facing me with his eyes closed. I stared at him for a moment, enjoying the scenery.

His face looked younger and more innocent in his peaceful sleep. It was tempting to reach out and touch his face. I could stare at him all day, but I had plans. First, I needed to take a bath and then make something for him to eat.

Slipping out from under the duvet, I walked to his closet, found a black shirt, and put it on. There were rows and rows of expensive clothes and shoes. What did he need this many clothes for?

Returning to the bedroom, I saw that Tristan was still asleep. The sun fell on his bare chest, highlighting his muscles and abs. Leaving for the bathroom, I brushed my teeth. I felt so hungry. I had forgotten to eat dinner last night since Tristan was all over me.