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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.

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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.

Claimed by the Lycan King

Standing in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection, I bit my bottom lip.

My eyes felt achy and weary, with the urge to cry. I wished I could scream, but it felt like there was a heavy lump in my throat stopping me. A sharp slice of pain cut through my chest. I felt pain and so much anger.

It's been a week since I learned I couldn't get rid of this pregnancy, and that I was also a hybrid. The news was a lot for me to take in. Throughout the week, I'd been sleeping a lot. Entire days passed in a blur of sleep. I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment before reopening them.

I wished I had never made love to Tristan that night. If I had held myself back, I wouldn't be in this situation. I shouldn't have let him touch me without protection.

A knock drew me from the mirror. The door opened, and Hayley strode in, closing the door behind her. She was dressed in black jeans and a black jacket.

Chapter 35