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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

The next day after Tristan had taken his bath, I helped him arrange his clothes on the bed. He was going to visit Amara today, and I had a bittersweet emotion about it.

"Please don't make her mad," I said. "Just have a normal conversation with her. Persuade her into letting me stay until I'm due. Then afterwards, you come home and we think of a good plan."

When he returned, he was in a very bad mood. I quickly left the balcony to meet him in his room. The door slammed shut as Tristan stormed in, brows furrowed.

"Tristan," I called out in a calm voice. "What happened? How did it go?"

"Can you believe Amara and her apprentice witches used magic to send me out of the house? I fucking looked like a child to them when they fought me with magic," he explained.

"I killed one of her witches out of anger. I promise you it was just one," he said.

Chapter 67