Impregnate Mother 소설 & 이야기

She looked me dead in the eye before addressing her son. “Damien, I don't care who you mark. But the kingdom does…and there's no way to shut her up without drawing attention to this event. I have a proposition.” A pause. Damien pulled over a robe. “What is it mother?” The older woman clicked her tongue. “Get her pregnant. Before the mate bond you both have dissolves. You have a month at most.” What…how does that…

My mother’s gaze snapped to me. “Say that again.” I met her eyes. “Whoever she is, she’s being restrained. Watched.” The hall went still. Kael’s fists clenched. Ronan’s expression toughened. My mother breathed in deeply, then pressed her palm to her chest, as if calming something ancient within herself. “The Moon does not tie Alphas to cages,” she murmured. “If your mate is confined, then fate demands intervention.” The Mother of Three She moved closer then, placing a hand on each of our chests in turn.

Mother and everyone present had made it seem like it was a normal thing to do, and I wouldn't be part of the family if I didn't partake in it. However, it wasn't a big deal to me. "I was aware you and Slade were mated." Mother said. Startled, I stared at her. I furrowed my brows, wondering if I had heard her right. "What do you mean, mother?" Mother heaved a breath as if what she was about to say was too difficult, but she continued. "A prophecy came about a precious child from the Royal Moon pack getting mated to a rejected wolf." "What does that have to do with me?" I asked, eyeing her.

Maybe I did do the right thing after all? “And my Destined?” “We will find your mate, son. She will of course rule by your side.” I nod. “And before you ask. Your mother is not a vampire, but she is immortal. If your mate is not a vampire, your mark will render her immortal, and she will be Queen no matter what.” “Thank you! Would you mind if I moved back home?” I ask, and they both shake their heads with happiness shining in their eyes. “We actually have a visitor. Someone who might be of help as well with finding your mate.” Mom says with a smile, and I smile back feeling properly alive for the first time since I ran away all those years ago.

Celia gasps, nervous and anxious. - Let's just say the Moon Goddess fell on the wrong horse to be reincarnated, so to speak... Reed grunts impatiently. - What the three of you are going through is called impregnation, from what we understand. - What does that mean?" asks Mathis.

It made me want to scream. "The oven should work now," Gus said, heading for the door. "But it's on its last legs. You'll need a replacement soon." "With what money?"He paused. "I could help with that." "I don't want your charity." "It's not charity." He turned to face me fully. "This restaurant was your mother's dream. Don't let pride kill it." "My mother's dream died with her," I said. "I'm just here because I have nowhere else to go."

I rolled my eyes at my son and Alex was trying his best to stifle his laughter. "Sorry, we had a bit of something to take care of". I said explaining myself. Sometimes I wonder how Damien can behave like my dad.Am his mother for goodness sake. "Who's that?".

The reproduction of demons is a dangerous thing in itself, the child will uncontrollably demand life force, strength and nutrition from the mother, the pregnant demon will become weak during this period, the longer the gestation time, the stronger the child is, the weaker the demon as the mother will become. Yet the moment the child is born, the mother gains complete and total control over it, a power that does not disappear until the child kills the mother who gave birth to it with her own hands. It's even more dangerous if the mother that impregnates the demon is a human. A number of vicious high-ranking demons have done just that, taking human females captive and impregnating them by roug

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, Nina.” Her cloying, too-strong perfume made me sick.