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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 44

Chapter 44

Aaliyah

"This may burn," he said.

As Tristan dabbed the cotton wool on my wound, my chest burned with pain. I could barely breathe as I stared up at him. I looked at the man I had once been in love with.

I'd opened my heart to him. He'd told me that my voice was so calming for him. I liked him even after he opened up about the people he'd killed in his past. A tremor coursed through my veins as my eyes burned with tears.

He couldn't even answer my question when I asked him about the tradition.

"Was any of it true?" I asked. "That you got those women killed?"

Tristan's eyes connected with mine, and he turned still like a statue. His lips pressed into a thin line.

It took everything in me to hold myself from shedding any more tears. That would bring more shame to me. I would not cry in front of him.