Impregnate Mother Novels & Stories

"Ada, please, just tell me—" "It can be." Her voice had gone careful, measured, the tone she used with patients when she needed them calm enough to actually hear her. "The mark itself isn't harmful. But sometimes, under extreme stress — physical trauma, fear, exposure to something toxic — it can trigger what the old healers called a blood surge. The infant's body tries to process wolf instincts too early, before it's ready. It can cause exactly what we're seeing. Breathing distress. Unconsciousness."

"Yes... because it is the pussy that gave birth to you..." Cedric couldn't hold back any longer, he rested his head on her breasts and grabbed her hips sharply, with a bestial growl entering her and releasing the entire contents of his balls inside his mother. "Oghhhhh... I feel it. Every load inside me." "Mommy..." His lungs were on fire, he let out more and more into her ready to inseminate his own mommy's womb. That's too good to be true. Cumming inside own Mum is so good. "I love you, Mum."

I was prepping the ceremonial cloak for our seventh mating anniversary. The front door suddenly banged open. My son rushed inside, tears streaming down his face. "The teacher yelled at me," he sobbed. He shoved the wrinkled drawing into my hands before burying his face in my shirt. I smoothed out the paper to see what the drama was about. It was a sketch of a faceless woman titled: The Substitute Mom. My heart stopped as I read the scribbles underneath. "Daddy said she is the backup."

"You're pregnant, Rosalind. The Moon Mother's gift will nurture this child, infusing them with her ancient power." Cathryn's hands enveloped Rosalind's, offering a comforting warmth. "Your body is a sanctuary for life, Rosalind. A haven where this tiny soul will grow and flourish." Finn's eyes sparkled with excitement. "The Moon Mother's legacy blooms within you. This child will be a beacon of hope, carrying the light of the Moon Mothers into a new generation."

She has imprinted on me and even though I haven't imprinted, I know that I love her. My father said that if I really loved her, I would have mated with her or atleast imprinted. The thing is that being imprinted comes naturally for wolves. My mother said that everyone is born to have only person whom they will imprint with. She said that it's a connection like no other, the need to protect them, the need to love them and vice versa. I had been waiting for years to imprint on Nia because Iove her but it hadn't happened yet. I just told myself that it didn't matter because I will never love another like I do her.

Somehow, every time I thought I had finally understood my past, another piece of it was ripped away. Damien raised both hands. "Relax, Elias. Yes, your mother was involved, but not technically in the way you were told." I frowned. "Explain better, Damien." He nodded slowly. "Okay. My father's archive tells a bit about it. From the records I found, your mother was already pregnant with you, but there were complications." "What complications?" "Your mother was exposed to a lot of chemicals and radiation while she was working inside the BioNexus facility. The exposure was severe enough that the doctors believed you wouldn't survive the pregnancy."

“She’s Greg’s mate, right? Doesn’t that mean she has… that scent too?” For a second, he just stared at me. Then he shook his head like he found the question amusing in that weird way of his. “Oh, no,” he said, casual as anything. “Only female mates who haven’t been imprinted yet have that scent. Greg imprinted your Mom, Camila.” Silence. Like real, heavy, holy-shit kind of silence. My stomach dropped so fast I swear it knocked the air out of my lungs. I stared at him, eyes wide, brain stuttering like a damn glitching TV screen.

Despite knowing he did it for self-preservation, he never provided any answers to the pack’s inquiries regarding our mother. I still don’t really know how or where he discovered her. She was a feminine demon and from what I have gleamed with him and read … there aren’t many positives. My mother was a succubus, a female demon who sleeps with men to capture their sperm. My father always claimed she was his mate, but I doubt it. Female demons are aggressively seductive. If they decide they want you, there isn’t much you can do to deter them. They don’t form bonds like werewolves do, they only take what they desire and then leave.

“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—”