Luke And Mara Jade Novels & Stories

he said. “What for?” Riven questioned. “You four being unmated,” Jared replied. Topics about being mated were a constant thing after a year of ascension. Every meeting seemed to start or end with it. “There are certain matters in the pack that need the Luna to step in. You four cannot always be everywhere,” Gaston joined in the debate. “It has already been noted that you four will have a single mate, but no one has been brought forward yet, and it is troubling for the pack,” Griffin said.

Mara. The murmurs surrounding the pack was high, but it couldn’t compare to the numbness I felt. “What is the meaning of this, Alpha Dresden?” One of the Elders asked. “It's exactly as I said, end the marriage between me and Mara and let me marry Bella,” Dresden said. It felt like I was being suffocated from the inside out. This couldn't be happening. Not now. “Mara is your mate. You cannot marry anyone else.” The Elder said adamantly.

Probably girlie stuffs. Maya's mom's footsteps could be heard from the twin staircases that she was already on her way here. I leaned closer to Jade and whispered in her ear. "Maya is the replica of Mrs Wilson." I pointed out, but Jade looked at me in some type of way as if I was saying something wrong. Her forehead puckered and she shook her head. "Unbelievable, Cameron. Your girlfriend's surname is Thompson and not Wilson. I'm not surprised though. After all it's you."

’ Tarik snark. ‘Are you trying to call me a poet?’ ‘Poet. Good. Good for mate. Mate worthy. Too precious, priceless,’ he uttered, and I couldn’t have agreed more. “You make me feel seen,” Jade whispers, blinking away more tears. “I’ve never,” she wipes at the fresh tears staining her cheeks. “I’ve never felt that way. Seen. It’s like for the first time, someone finally sees me. Just me. Not me, who was my parents' second daughter that they didn’t want. Or me, who had to fill in the role of Luna and provide an heir. Or me, who was Arya’s little sister but 'ME'. It feels weird to finally have someone who sees me as 'ME'. As Jade, the little girl who just wanted to be seen, to feel special to s

“Its nothing, darling. Mommy just saw something really shocking but everything is okay, darling. You should go wait for me in the room..we are having a shower together soon..” “A shower? Please don't tell me you just came up with that,” he jested. “It won't be a bad idea to have one now…cause what is this I am hearing? All these while, Luke and Quentin were fighting each other over some cover up which we thought could be Quentin's idea, it was all …..what did you call his name again?!” “Does Luke know about this yet?” “Not yet…but I would give him a call right after…..” Mara said and paused.

“He has agreed to help us. Not just help, transform our lives. Our status could change overnight. We could stand among the elite, dine with the powerfull, all thanks to Mia.” Mia’s lips parted in shock. “Me?” Her voice quivered. “Yes, you,” Luke said, almost reverently. “Maurice Mayer is interested in marrying you.” The room fell silent. The words seemed to hang in the air like thunder before a storm. “What?” Lucia gasped, shooting to her feet. Her voice rang with disbelief. “Are you saying the Mayers, the very same all powerful Mayers? Wants to marry our daughter?” Luke nodded, his expression solemn, almost triumphant. “Absolutely.”

I finally glance at him. “He went back to London last night.” Luca nods slowly. No dramatic reaction. Just understanding. “Okay,” he says. That’s it. Just okay. And I appreciate that more than I expected. Mara bursts through the door ten minutes later like she’s bringing chaos as a personality trait. She drops her bag on the counter and points immediately at Luca. “Oh my God.” Luca blinks. “What?” “You’re here again.” “I work with Solene.” “Yes but you’re here again again.”

Mari said to Luke once she appeared inside her home and met Luke reading one of her spell books. "You can tell me you know I am not a good guesser dear." Luke said to her as he lifted his head up from the book he was reading to stare at his beautiful Mate. He drops the book on the study table and gives her his full attention. "Who did you meet today?" He asked. "I met your friend, Royal." Mari responded smiling. "Royal? He is around?" Luke asked in shocked and wide eyes. "Yes." Mari answered. "It's been a long time since I saw him, how did you meet him?" Luke asked with knee interest. What will a Wolf god be doing here?

Then, finally, he said, “There’s someone you should meet.” The contact’s name was Mara, a silver-haired fox shifter with a cybernetic arm and a laugh like shattered glass. She had once been a doctor, Luka explained, until she got too close to the wrong people. Now she treated wounded rogues and occasionally sold intel to the highest bidder. Mara lived deeper in the tunnels, in a room lit by bioluminescent mushrooms and vintage string lights. It looked like a garden grown from madness. “You’re the Hart girl,” she said when Riley stepped in. “You smell like secrets and trouble.”

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