Novel & Cerita Impregnating My Mother

My Mother whispered to me through a mind link. “Yes…I have a mate and I’ve marked her.”

Slowly, a guard lifted me off the floor, and then, in the next place, I saw myself in the confines of my room. "Sweetheart, I promise we will find you another Mate,” my mom whispered into my ear as she smoothed my hair. “I don’t want a mate. Stop it!” I moved away from her to the other side of the bed. “Oh Honey. I know you are hurting, but you would not be without a mate,” my mother muttered. I can already imagine the look of pain on her face. I am moved to turn. To soothe her pain, but today I want to be selfish.

His breath caught as he knelt, fingers grazing the cracked rim. "Mother," he whispered, voice hoarse. "It's me. I'm back… your little lion…" The breeze carried the scent of cypress and old ash. Somewhere, a bird chirped. It felt blasphemous. Remembering what Marcus told him about his mother— 'It was during an infiltration. The antidotes did not work. It's a different type of poison.' He only remembered his mother in fragments now, a quiet woman who moved like a shadow, who came home with dust on her stola and sometimes, blood under her fingernails.

In this case, if Father found out I was researching weak wolf bonds and ancient blood rites, he would lock me in the pack house vault himself before letting me step foot near the ritual grounds. Mother stared at me, a deep conflict playing out across her delicate features. She opened her mouth, hesitated, and bit her lip “I will try,” she said softly. “Please, Momma. Do this for me,” I pleaded, taking her hands into mine. “Please.” “I will,” she promised. She leaned in and pulled me into a tight, desperate hug. I wrapped my arms around her, holding on for dear life as my heart finally beat steady for the first time all day.

She says the number like it's sacred, like it's the most important thing in the world. "Marrying into riches," my mother continues, crossing her arms and looking at me with an expression that makes my stomach turn, "is the only good thing you have ever done for this family. The only useful thing." The words land like another slap, quieter than the first but somehow heavier. I stand there and let them sink in, feeling something inside me crack a little more. My mother watches me for a moment, and when I don't respond, something shifts in her expression. The guilt I saw earlier is completely gone now, replaced by something harder, more impatient.

I inhaled sharply, the scent of damp pine and decaying leaves filling my lungs, trying to scrub away the smell of ozone and burned magic that clung to the back of my throat. I had left her there. My mother. A victim of Michael’s parasitic ambition, finally at rest, but abandoned in a dusty shack in enemy territory. The guilt was a physical weight, heavy as a stone tombstone chained around my neck. I hadn’t saved her. I had only ended her suffering.

I shrugged. “Maybe when I get back, I can make up for the last few days. You know I do love you and I only have your best interest at heart.” My mother stepped forward to pat my shoulder. I wanted to choke on bile when I heard her words and the way she tried to sound motherly. Just having her touch me, made me want to recoil. After the last couple of days, I have lost any respect I had for her. There wasn’t anything she could do to make up for what she did.

I offered him a sweet grin before slumping into the seat and preparing myself for another of Mom’s long-winded speeches about my disability. *Go easy on her. She’s your mother, and it’s her job to worry.* *Et tu, Brutus?* I scowled, and his laughter vibrated through my brain. “Oh, tonight your father is inviting the Enforcers over to dinner…” Mom said as we pulled into my driveway. “Sounds great. Have fun with that.” I practically ran inside before she could try to push me into going. I swear if the Praetor or his people didn’t kill me, my mother and sister’s attempts at matchmaking would.

"So he's a bad man?" "He is, and I'm afraid that you're too gullible to be around someone like him. Before you know it, you'll be completely brainwashed. I don't need him to raise you—I can do it all on my own." Mom leaned closer, her face mere inches from mine, her lavender, iris, and bergamot fragrance invading my senses with an explosive delight. I always loved it when her excessive perfume scent flooded a room even before she stepped in. She was, after all, known as The Queen of Fragrance—even if she only ever used blends involving lavender and iris—and the Purple Butterfly.

me completely exposed to you mommy. In my defense, if I have made you feel uncomfortable, all I can say is- I love you and I'm sorry. Sorry that I have fallen so madly in love with the most stunning, most alluring, and most gorgeous creature on this fair earth of ours...my mother. Love, Jimmy