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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

After Vladimir had watched his hybrid had his fill from me, he had ordered the guard to remove the chains from me. Then he had offered a small amount of blood that wasn't enough to heal my wounds but at least, I was a little relieved from the pain that burned my throat. He didn't want me to die.

I was trapped in this basement. I would die here either at Vladimir's hands or from his hybrids.

I tipped my head back, feeling my heart race. Pain flared from the wound on my throat and wrist. Anger poured out of my chest as I realized a lot of things. My breath caught in my throat and I clenched my hands into a tight fist.

Pulling myself up from the ground, I shook off the voice that advised that this was not a good idea. Fuck that voice. I was going to escape from this house and find my freedom away from Vladimir. Then I would return for my revenge. It might take years but I was surely going to come back.

Chapter 197