Novel & Cerita Luke And Mara Fanfiction

And now she also has a little bundle of joy with her that being her dear daughter Madeline. One thing that Luke was ninety percent sure about was that Raina did not have a second chance mate, she was not marked or mated, and that made Luke very happy. If she has a boyfriend then they can break up, and if she had a husband then they can always divorce however if she had a second chance mate and was marked then it would have been a problem. As it would be impossible to get her back. But now there was a chance, Luke was ready to do anything to get Raina back and he was even more ready to adopt Madeline as his daughter and shower his little daughter with all the love and care in the world.

For now, he'll just keep calm and observe . He won't rush into anything but he was will surely marry her. He ought to keep her by his side. Lucas was now in bed preparing to go to sleep. His heart felt sweet and calm and now he started getting sleepy. With a content expression in his face,he drifted off to the world of dreams. Marina finished reading through the file at hand, tidied her office desk and stood to leave the company.She was completely worn out.

It pulsed. Not like pain. Like presence. Lucan hadn’t spoken much since the ritual. He was still healing. The backlash of shielding her from the Sleepless One had taken a toll—his skin paler, his movements slower, his gaze haunted in ways even she didn’t know how to reach yet. He needed rest. And time. But time wasn’t on their side anymore. Not after what they’d done. Not after what had awakened. She turned at the sound of soft footsteps behind her. Mara. Dressed in a long cloak, books tucked against her chest, her eyes sharp despite the soft sweep of her voice.

“This is where paths break.” He met her gaze. “I broke mine years ago.” “That is not the same as standing against all of them,” she said. “This will cost you everything.” Luca did not look away. “You are everything.” Something unspoken settled between them. Heavy. Permanent. A knock echoed through the chamber. Security stiffened. “It is me,” a familiar voice called. Aria’s eyes narrowed. “Let her in.” The doors opened to reveal Mara, bloodied, furious, and very much alive.

However, their relationship fell apart when Mara confessed her love, and Lucas rejected her, citing her illegitimate status. Mara was devastated, and they hadn't seen each other since Lucas left abroad shortly after. Now, they had unexpectedly crossed paths again. "Mara, don't dwell on the past. When I returned from abroad, I searched for you," Lucas explained. "Lucas, it's nice to see you again," Mara replied, adopting the demeanor of a wealthy woman. "I want to tell you that I accept your love, but you didn't wait for me to realize it then," Lucas confessed.

The baby shifted again, not sharply this time, but restlessly, like it sensed the tension curling inside me. “They rehearsed their misery,” I continued. “The dirt, the thinness, the way Lila’s hands shook only when she wanted them to. But Mara…” I paused. “Mara believes what she’s doing is necessary.” “For what?” Jake asked. I shook my head. “That’s what I don’t know yet.” Lucas knelt in front of me without ceremony, his hands finding my knees. “Listen to me. You don’t have to solve this alone.”

“I’m being thorough.” Mara appeared from the main room. “The photograph is in the right place,” she said. “She’ll see it when she first comes in. That’s good.” She looked at the flowers. “These are perfect.” She looked at the candles. Then at me. “You did so well, Callum.” “Thank you,” I said. “Don’t thank me yet. She hasn’t said yes.” “Don’t scare him like that. She’s going to say yes,” Luke said, still eating.

The luna I stormed through the dim corridors of the Ardent palace, my blood boiling like a cauldron over an open flame. Two days. Lucas had been gone for two whole days without a word, leaving me to handle the pack's whispers and the elders' prying eyes. As Luna, wife to the Alpha, I was supposed to stand tall, unbreakable, but inside, I was cracking. And now this—Mara, that sly witch with her dark spells and secretive smiles. I'd caught wind of her lingering in Lucas's chambers before he vanished, her scent mixing with his like some forbidden potion. An affair? With my husband? The thought twisted my gut, fueling a rage I'd buried for years.

After Lucas's first love Mara returned from abroad, he became obsessed with rolling a die and set a rule: odd numbers meant he'd stay with me, even numbers meant he'd go to her. But over three long years, every single roll came up the same: a glaring six. The day I had a miscarriage and nearly bled to death, he tossed out the words "Six is even, I should go be with Mara" and left without looking back. Eventually he moved out altogether and stopped caring whether I lived or died. It wasn't until Mara latched onto a billionaire and publicly cut ties with him that Lucas came crawling home, broken and lost. He burned everything that belonged to Mara, tried every trick in the book to win me over,

“Cut the leash, Luke and stop being a dog! Lead—fuck any woman you want!” Luke’s light brown fur bristled, gold eyes narrowing. He suddenly stopped. “Any woman… even Angelica?” Marc’s lustful grin split wide. He’d hit the jackpot. “Hell yeah, Luke—spread her legs any damn time!” I could see Marc’s smug face. Luke was listening, tempted. Good. I ducked a vamp’s claws, brushing past Luke’s ear whispering, “Make it real. Fight me.” He nodded, subtle, just for me, then roared, “Sorry, Brandon. Your loss!” His jaws clamped near my throat, light brown beta strength shook me like a ragdoll, black fur and blood flying.