Impregnate Mother Novels & Stories

Mom tells us. Mom was the only child of the Gamma at Bazin. When she and Dad mated, she left her rank for love. I love how my parents love each other. I can’t wait to meet my mate and feel that kind of love. I mean it’s every girl’s dream, right?

I affect the perfect posture Mother drilled into me and maneuver a delicate spoonful of a thick, seafood-studded broth into my mouth before slouching back down. “Oh, I have it. I just have more important things to do.” “Breeding makes the world spin,” she snaps. “Without it, we would all be rogues.” “Now you really sound like my mother.” “Your mother was a smart woman,” Kaloni replies. “Smart enough to see the writing on the wall before anyone else here.”

I even wondered if she had really gone mad. "You treated me the same way too when I was little, no?" Mom suddenly stopped laughing. The memories of her childhood, as described by her, became fragmented and cruel. It turned out that when Mom was a child, my grandfather eloped with someone else because Grandma couldn't give birth to a son. During that time, Grandma must have lost her sanity and would beat and scold Mom every day. Therefore, in Mom's memory, giving birth to a daughter was a misfortune, and keeping a husband was an instinct all women had.

"My mother loves me." "Your mother made you." Zara's voice turns hard. "She knew what Project Apex was doing. Knew they were experimenting on her pregnancy. She could have run. Could have terminated. But she stayed. Let them inject you with genetic modifications while you were still in her womb. All because she believed in their vision." The words hit like physical blows. "You're lying."

Reality cracked around us like broken glass. My newborn daughter sat in my arms, eyes ancient and powerful, rewriting the very fabric of existence. "Stop!" I shouted. "Whatever you're doing, stop!" She looked at me. Those impossibly old eyes in a baby's face. "I'm fixing it, Mother. Fixing what's been broken for millennia." "Fixing what?" "The mate bond system." She waved her tiny hand. More cracks appeared. "It's flawed. Controlling. I'm making it better."

my mother said quickly. Caden stared at her like she had lost her mind. “Why?” he asked.“How can she help him?” My mother’s patience snapped. “Because she is his mate, Caden!” she shouted. The room fell silent for a second after her words. Even through the pain, I felt my chest ache at what she said. Caden looked completely stunned.“What are you talking about?” he asked slowly. My mother stepped closer to him.“We have to force her into heat,” she said quickly.

"What are you going to do?" "I don't know." Daggy looked over at Britty, who had fallen asleep in the chair with her head resting against her knees. "Does Lincoln know you used to be involved with the alpha?" "No, he knows I left pack territory but I never told him why or who I was running from." "I just told him I'm pregnant looking for a man and I wanted a fresh start, which wasn't completely untrue." Her mother stood up and moved to the window, looking out at the parking lot below.

“So give me time to figure out the rest. I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you and the baby are safe.” Something in his voice makes my chest tighten. I lean into him without thinking, and his arms come around me, holding me close, strong and warm. “Cain’s mother had a wicked side to her,” he says quietly. “He’s inherited that wickedness. You’re not like that. You’re kind. And that’s exactly what our baby will be. Exactly what this pack needs.” I can’t bring myself to believe it, not completely. But I let myself lean into him more, if only for the comfort of feeling like, just for this moment, I’m not alone in this.

“Tell me you didn’t imprint.” I didn’t answer. Her hand flew to her mouth. “You did.” Imprinting wasn’t a choice. It wasn’t a crush. It wasn’t something you could undo because it hurt or because the person didn’t love you back. Imprinting was rare,so rare most wolves never experienced it. It was the kind of bond wolves prayed for. Unless it was with the wrong person. “Does she know?” my mother whispered. “No,” I said. “She can’t.” “Jake—”

I see his expression darken as he approaches me dangerously. “It just so happens that you are my woman, and no one can mess with what is mine.” I am about to retort, but he quickly silences me with his comment: “You’ve been my woman since you became a mother for my son, the day Katherina saw something in you she couldn’t see in any other woman.” He then takes my hand, and we leave the house, heading to our car, filling me with fear, thinking about what might happen once we get home.