Impregnate Mother Novels & Stories

Oh god, please don’t let this actually happen. “Not clear. If normal Mate, yes. True Mate, don’t know” the other voice answered. I know that voice. A loud growl shook the door and made me jump a little. “This is all pointless if it doesn’t work! And the pup? Can we get rid of the pup without putting her at risk?” Galterio growled. His voice dripped with venom and disgust. He wants to kill my baby. The way he spat the word ‘pup’ like that, he actually hates it. So, that’s his plan. He wants to be my Mate, and kill my unborn child. That was it, that was all I needed to hear. The fact that I’m scared, no longer matters. I don’t care if I think that I’m not ready for this, to be a mother. He wil

“ My mother was raised by her grandfather who was narrow-minded and strict with her, which was why when she turned barely eighteen she was sent to my father who was a man with a worthy name and power. She was of course not happy with the arrangement, as you already know my father was not her mate, he imprinted on her and since he was far too interested in spreading his fame wide, he hardly cared for his wife who was just an offering that was sent to him in an alliance. ” Logan narrowed his eyes as he licked his lips to moisten them as if he needed to lubricate his lips to say what he was going to speak, “ After imprinting on her, my father barely paid attention to my mother. But contrary to

and greeted him while he replied me, “Greenie, did you know that auntie Mandy traveled and she is going to get me” “Not now June!” Aubrey cuts in and June stays quiet, I almost laughed at how she listened to Aubrey, they both stood up to leave my parents and me together, I watched as they both walked up the stairs “You can stop staring now” my mom said and I snapped my head towards her “ Staring! ” I exclaimed and she nods “ Dad, please control mom,” I said but he puts his head up “ Can't do boy ” I sighed and looked at my mom who was grinning at me “ she is surrogate mom, not my girlfriend ” j say but her smile wasn't fading away, “ she told me that already, but I see what you can't see,”

“Mother, I can expl-“ “Xendith isn't my smartest son“ Mother says to Victony, cutting me off. “In fact, he's the most impulsive. He does a lot of things without thinking or considering anyone which is why I ask of you to face your anger solely on him“ What? “Besides, trying to attack either Kaia or her pup is a waste of time“ Mother adds. “Not only would I not let your men through or do both mother and pup have hybrid blood in their veins but the pup has also been imprinted on. It's mate would protect it with his life so either way it's a lose-lose situation for you“ “The Sturgeon moon pack sure is full of surprises“ Victony concludes.“Never have I ever heard of an imprinted pup before it's

“I have researched her and her entire family and I can understand why you are attached to her. Both of you lost your fathers at a young age and both of you lost a child. And Lancelin has most probably imprinted on her, which means they are soul mates.” “You know of imprints?” I asked her surprised. “Your father was my soul mate.” Mother smiled fondly. “But what I’m worried about is how will Lance be able to maintain this relationship. Humans value fidelity but we are Incubi, we derive energy from copulation.” “Actually mother, I do have a way in which we can fix the situation.” I told her hesitantly. “But I didn’t know if it was the right time to suggest this to Lancelin. I’m glad you brough

“I got pregnant before marriage. I already lost my dignity. All I want is for the child’s father to bear responsibility as a parent. Is that so wrong?” Sally gently stroked her belly and stared at me through tear-filled eyes. “Chris, my mom always told me that men with buzz cuts were the most heartless. I never listened to her, and you absolutely disappointed me. “Who are you calling a man with a buzz cut?!” I yelled. “I may be 178-cm tall with a lower-than-average voice. But could you please at least confirm someone’s gender first before you ask them to accept responsibility?! “I’m a woman!”

I opened my eyes, hoping to see empathy, maybe a motherly sweetness shining back at me, but her expression was harder than ever. “We are born and bred to deal with this, and deal with it, you will.” Her voice was stern. Hard and sharp like a whip. “This union is good for both families.” There was this strange tone in her voice, one that spoke of something more personal. “This will help secure our name. It’ll give us more power.” My mother grabbed my chin painfully, and I winced, unable to hide the sting from my expression. “Now say it, Elara.” Her cloying, too-strong perfume made me sick.

"I'm keeping the child!" Juniper found herself declaring with all the confidence she could summon. A surge of conviction propelled her forward, and words began to flow from her lips like a river. "I'll raise him, at least until he's old enough to understand. I think every child needs their mother. Yes, he isn't biologically my child. But, I've given him a home within me. I've felt his tiny kicks, his gentle stirrings, and with every passing day, our bond grows stronger. I'm prepared to nurture him, love him, and sacrifice for him. And that, to me, makes me his mother."

Without Seraphina’s presence, my mother’s usual coldness dissolves, and the maternal figure I once knew briefly resurfaces, albeit in a measured and calculated way. The garden where we sit is vast and lush, a true sanctuary shielded from the pressures of the kingdom. Vibrant flowers, tall and brimming with life, stretch around us like a vibrant mantle of colors, the soft fragrance of lilies and jasmine petals floating in the air. My mother’s sudden change in behavior toward my wife began in the first year of our marriage. Her expectations of securing an heir for the kingdom were high. After all, she had chosen Seraphina for me herself, an enchatress like her. My mother knew that enchatresses

So, if I wanted to survive, I must fake dementia and stick to my perfect excuse, using my mother's little experience with a potion that she does not approve of and that therefore, she does not know all the side effects it causes. “Mother, I know that the smells may possibly resemble each other, but, it doesn't mean that they have any connection.” I say and my mother smiles. “Oh, so the characteristic smell of the she-wolf gestating is so common to the point that an idiot of ancient times made a medicine that not only offends the race of werewolves but the process of gestation. This is amazing, Rain. “Well, Mother… “Don't think I'm an idiot, Rain! You're pregnant!” shouts my mother angrily, s