Maternal Instincts Novels & Stories

Regardless, things were as peaceful as can be now. Ellie was back in her humble abode, lying in bed, gently rubbing her tummy. While she was not expect her child to feel... well, anything from the action now, she hoped it would at least sense the comfort she was giving it. Its birth may still be far off, but she still wanted to do something motherly for it before them. Before... they are forced to be separated... 'Is this what a mother's instincts is like?' she wondered. 'Even though I shouldn't and don't want this kid... Even though I can't be with it... How stupid do I have to be to feel this way...?'

Maggie explained. Emma put both her hand on her protruding belly and caressed it. "I understand. A mother's instinct is a powerful thing…" Her comment made Maggie freeze for a second. Is it what it was? Did her instincts kicked in already and made her want to protect an innocent child she had no blood relation with? Yes, she did spend a lot of time with him lately, but she never thought she developed so strong feelings for him before Emma pointed it out. She was never a 'baby' person, never had close contact with them, never thought about them in general, she wasn't even sure if she would want to have a kid one day. She didn't know she was capable of harboring those kinds of feelings… wasn't

"What did you just say?!" "You heard me. He's my Baby and if he wants to eat with his mama then he will. And no one can stop me from feeding my own Baby." Her voice was loud and clear, Possessive and demanding. Her mother's instincts were triggered from her Baby's gestures. Avoiding the anger on both females faces that were red with rage and embarrassment that a girl talks back at them she leaves from there because even if she doesn't get affected with their command she's still feeling trouble from their rage scent .

Her mouth tightened grimly. "If you cannot prevail against torments designed to push your physical, mental and maternal limits to the brink...then you'll never be fit to shield and nurture the next generation of our bloodline." Though she did not elaborate further on the specifics of her trial, the clinical look in her eyes chilled me to the core more than Freya's eldritch portents. I felt a primal fierceness awaken - the urge to guard my unborn litter stirring into a rapacious need to vanquish anything threatening them.

There is no ego, no desire to win and no fear to lose. After that divine love making my mom started to mother me. She started to kiss me like her baby and lovingly gathered me towards her and offered her breasts to me. There was hardly any milk in it but I started sucking her like a baby she was caressing my back and planting kisses over my head. Her maternal instincts had taken over now and I soon fell asleep in her loving arms. But every time we did not make love like this. Sometimes it was wild and on other occasions it was passionate.

I used to hear people say that once a woman got pregnant, her body would release a hormone that made her instinctively prioritize the child, centering everything around the baby. I had always wondered if that was really true.

A very proud father indeed. "This one is cute," Maxine giggled, showing him a blue beanie. "What do you think, hon?" He grinned. "How do you know it's a he?" "Ever heard of maternal instinct?" "Ah, yeah. There's that thing, but does it really work?" His brows abraded as he looked at the hanging baby dress on the opposite rack. "I believe it does," she chuckled. "Pregnancy hunch is not to be ignored, anyway."

Tears well up in my eyes and uncontrollable sobs escape my lips as overwhelming surges of emotions engulf me, leaving me unable to decipher what I'm feeling. "Don't be sorry, it's natural. You're carrying pups, Gunnar and Roan are only 15 weeks old, your hormones are all over the place." Embry places his hand over my navel. "Your instincts are taking over, I personally find it adorable. It is sexy seeing you give in to your instincts and being an amazing mother. I know it might not seem like it, but this is your instincts way of protecting our pups inside you, you know our scents surrounding you means you're safe." Embry wraps his arms around me and kisses the top of my head. I turn my head

It isn't just a fleeting wish spoken in the warmth of the bed; the yearning for children is incredibly strong in Celine, vibrating through every fiber of her being. Her wolf is practically singing, filled with an ancient, maternal pride and a fierce desire to protect, nurture, and grow our family. It is a beautiful, raw instinct—a deep soul-longing need to fill our lives with the laughter and chaos of many children. Sensing her wolf's profound contentment and determination, my own wolf rises in response, wrapping her in a wave of fierce, unyielding devotion. "I mean it, Liam" she murmurs, her hand resting over my heart, her gaze anchoring me completely.

No, that had been all him. It had to have been a direct consequence of the natural crazy possessiveness and crazy protectiveness that came with mating. It was age-old instincts pushing to the forefront, taking over. Dominic understood that the mating would be temporary, but his instincts to protect his mate were going to override his thoughts—obviously. Just like his instinct to mark his mate and make her submit to him had overridden his true indifference to those things. Yeah, that was all it was. All it could be—obviously.