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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

I found myself walking down the throne room alone. I saw the throne with someone seated on it. No matter how much I looked, I could not figure out who was on it, so I walked faster. And as I walked, my feet left blood prints on the floor.

I continued walking until I reached the throne, and I stood at the bottom of the stairs to see Tristan on the throne.

"Home," he whispered. "I'm home again."

A smile crept onto my lips, but suddenly Tristan and the throne room were gone, and I was standing in the middle of nowhere. Across the ground was a river flowing with blood.

I saw my father walk up to me, and he took my hands.

"Father," I said with exhaustion. I was tired. He could hear it in my voice. He could feel it from me.

"You are the rightful Queen of Vlẽkhut, born from the blood of werewolves and a powerful dark witch. You will be crowned Queen again."

Chapter 225