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.

When I woke up, I found myself in my room. I didn't feel any pain. Everything seemed normal. I'd never felt this alive before.


The door creaked open, and Tristan walked in, with Hayley behind him.


"Aaliyah?" Tristan asked again. "How do you feel? Are you okay?"


"For the first time in my life, everything feels great," I said, flashing them a smile as I rubbed my stomach. "Why am I tucked under my blanket?"


"You… well… you fell unconscious," Hayley said. "Sarah said you did something dangerous with the black magic book."


"Are you sure you're okay?" Tristan asked.


I felt a throbbing headache and groaned, rubbing my temples. "I tapped into the black magic from my mother's grimoire, and it's corrupting my mind."


"Sarah won't be able to help. The spell corrupting my mind is stronger than you think," I said, climbing out of bed. "But don't worry. I have it under control."


Chapter 77 - Chapter 77