Kate Mara Invincible Novels & Stories

But Lady Maren only wrinkled her nose and stepped back as if the air itself disgusted her. Fiddling with her bracelet in irritation, she said calmly, “If it weren’t for you, my real daughter wouldn’t have suffered out there for eighteen years. If you care about us at all, let Sandra vent.” “But she’ll kill me!” I screamed on the screen, voice hoarse with terror. “Then die,” Lady Maren replied, smooth and emotionless. “As long as my daughter is happy, I don’t care what becomes of you.” A few wolves gasped in horror.

"Alpha Dominic is arrogant enough to think he still has paternal authority over you. He'll try to pull the father card, demand private time, maybe even order you to comply." "Then I'll remind him that I'm not his daughter anymore. I don't take his orders, i don't owe him respect. I show up to his wedding because I choose to, not because he commands it." "That's the energy we need." Mara grins. "Confident, powerful, untouchable. They'll see you and remember immediately that you're not the weak wolf who ran away." "I'm the divine vessel who survived everything they threw at her." I finish. "And I'm done apologizing for it."

He caught me, and his arms steadied me as he hoisted me to my feet. “That’s two times,” he said, tense. “Stay close to me.” I nodded, anger bubbling within me. Mara was playing with us, gauging our responses, searching for vulnerabilities. --- “Mara,” I said, my voice slashing through the commotion. “You’ve made your point. You are powerful, ancient, whatever you want to call yourself. But you’re not invincible.” Her laugh was bitter and she squinted at me as she studied me. “You think you know what power is? You’ve just started to scratch the surface.”

My throat tightened as I tried to imagine something that powerful. “She doesn’t make mistakes,” Mara continued, a faint smile tugging at her lips, though her eyes were serious. “She picks the one person who will challenge you, heal you, love you in ways you don’t even know you need. It’s… unstoppable, once it wakes. And when that happens, you’ll never be the same again.” I drew in a shaky breath, absorbing the weight of it. “What happens if you lose them?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

The room is very quiet. "We are here today," Catherine says, "to witness the marriage of Adrian James Vale and Mara Kade." I hear my name. The name I have carried through everything. Through the first company and the betrayal and the fire and the rebuild and the eight months that followed and every room that required more of me than I thought I had left to give. Mara Kade. He looks at me when Catherine says it. He leans slightly toward me. "You can keep Kade," he says quietly. Not for the room. For me. "I will never ask you to change it."

’’ Sarah gently walked back to the bed. ‘’You were called to clean and get me something to eat, and you very well know Benny would not like to get to know you disrespected me.’’ Mara stood her feet rooted to the ground unable to move. How could she move when the person in charge was far bigger than her? She knew for a fact Sarah was not bluffing with her words, she was now 10 times stronger than her, and as the mate to the beta, she would be above rank as well.

the doctor attempted to dismiss them, but Mara decided to interject. "I am Mara. Are you familiar with me?" She had the audacity to wear a cheerful expression in such a situation. I observed her and couldn't help but roll my eyes. She had recently revealed her true character, making me realize that she had never been a friend but always a snake. "I'm aware," the elegant lady doctor responded, casting a stern glance that wiped the smile off Mara's face. "I am the Alpha King's mate," she persisted in introducing herself with Atticus' name. It was a moment of pride for her. After all, she had betrayed her friend to secure such a powerful mate. She appeared to be anticipating that the doctor wou

"She survived alone before. The kidnapping you told me about. She escaped on her own." "She was lucky." The word tasted wrong in my mouth. I heard Neah's voice in my head. That wasn't luck, Caleb. That was training. She would say the same thing to me. And she would be right. "She's not lucky," I corrected myself. "She's capable. But capable doesn't mean invulnerable." "No one is invulnerable. But she's the best chance those hostages have. Including Mara." Mara. Seven months pregnant. Alone in a cell. Her mate's blood probably still on the floor outside her door.

The air vibrated with the sound, the packhouse's distant hum seeming to amplify it, as if the very structure celebrated with them. Yet, amid the jubilation, a discordant note lingered. Mara, positioned at the glade's southern edge, crossed her arms over her chest, her moss-green cloak blending seamlessly with the shadows. Her green eyes, sharp as emerald daggers, flashed with doubt, reflecting the moonlight like polished stones. At twenty-one, Mara was a beta through and through—her lithe, wiry frame built for speed and agility, her blonde hair braided tightly back to reveal a face of striking angles: high cheekbones, a determined jaw, and that faint scar across her eyebrow, a reminder of a

Because all I could think of were the what if’s. I stood on shaky legs, wiping my mouth on the sleeve of the scrubs I still wore and let Able pull me into him, his arms wrapping around my shoulders and my head reasting against the bare skin of his muscled chest. “You did amazingly Amara. Mum spent a full ten minutes bragging about how you jumped into helping doc. About how many pack member you’ve helped. I’m so sorry that this is the introduction you’ve had to the pack, but I’m damn proud of you. You’re gonna be an amazing Luna.” He stated and I let the words wash over me, even as the dread continued to churn in my stomach.