Maternal Instincts Novels & Stories

London steel cut a desperate arc through the air, aiming directly for the gap in Kaelen's leather armor. “Kaelen, watch out!” Before my brain could calculate the danger, my paws were already moving, my body hurtling forward across the polished floor. There was no time for logic; it wasn't an act of bravery, nor was I a fearless warrior willing to sacrifice my flesh for a master who ignored me. My beast simply screamed that this male was the only link to the unborn child in my stomach, and my protective motherly instincts overrode my sanity completely. Or perhaps my soul was hopelessly bound to the first male who had ever awakened my light.

A second later, a tiny, distinct kick pressed against her hand, a gentle, rhythmic pulse of life stirring within her womb. Her breath hitched. Rosalie looked down at her stomach, her tear-stained face softening as the baby moved again, as if reaching out through the dark to comfort her. A sharp spike of maternal instinct burned through her grief, scorching away the paralyzing despair. She was stressing her child. The panic, the suffocating sorrow, the frantic beating of her broken heart- her baby could feel every single wave of it. The fragile life growing inside her was absorbing her pain.

Give up? At these words, my feet faltered. I felt as if I were back in the days of old, a condemned prisoner being dragged by a yoke to meet my execution. Give up? No. No. No. I could not do it. I could not commit such a heartless act. I could not abandon it. I might have been foolish enough to let things reach this point, but I could not abandon my child. I do not know when the maternal instinct began to stir so violently within me, but I suddenly placed my hand on my belly and rubbed it gently.

She asked, and I bit my lip hard. Everyone giggled, wanting to hear the teacher's reply, but the unsuspecting teacher, placed a finger on his chin. “I would say it's the Alpha Instinct. There's something called the mother instinct in females. It surges up when they feel the need to care, guide, and protect someone helpless. Men also have that, and in the case you mentioned, since she's such an unwanted girl, those feelings could arise out of pity. “They want to protect, and shield the girl because they feel compelled to. That is simply an outstanding fact of the male psychology.” He explained, and smiling looks were discreetly thrown my way.

That's all. But my hand stopped halfway. “You weren't born for this,” Mael murmured inside, his voice dragging like iron on the floor. “For what?” I asked quietly. “To be a father?” “To feel pity.” The laughter escaped without humor. “It's not pity, it's instinct.” “Instinct is to protect the pack. That kind of weakness is what made her dominate you.” “She doesn't dominate me,” I replied, more to myself than to him. “Then why does Camila still smell in the corners of the house?”

he laughed, his calloused finger tightening over the trigger. Maternal terror exploded in my chest like a supernova. My inner wolf—battered, exhausted, and pushed to the brink—snapped. She didn't cower. She didn't whimper. She surged to the surface with a primal, instinctual fury, desperate to shield the life inside my womb at any cost. A violent pulse of scorching heat flooded my veins, making my vision flare with a brief, blinding light. I raised my trembling hands, ready to throw my own body over my belly, ready to take every single silver bullet into my own flesh if it meant my son got to draw another breath.

'I suppose the maternal instinct is the basic female instinct ', David said in an approving tone and she gave him a half irritated look. 'Don't talk to me about instincts! It is a most basic instinct that got me into this mess in the first place!' David laughed. Well I think that you will make a very good mother - you can be so calm and down - to - earth, yet at the same time you are sympathetic and understanding. Lucky baby!'

she muttered and my eyes widened. Now it was my turn to ask if she was serious, amusing turn of events. "I'm serious," she replied after I asked her that and my mouth fell open. "A mother shouldn't let her children do something that even a tiny part of her doesn't agree with. It could be a mother's instinct and going against such is always fatal as mother's instincts are never wrong," she supported her point and I raised my hands in surrender. "Think whatever you want, you're the mother not me," I conceded and she laughed.

The men tried stopping me, but I closed the door and looked at the woman who growled when she took sight of me. I returned the growl, knowing that she needed to calm down. But this was a mother that I was speaking to, and I could only ask her for too much, and this was her acting on basic instinct. The instinct to protect her baby which was no on high point hurt me more than ever since I knew that I had to do what was right. She wouldn’t want to lose her children, that was something that I knew for fact, but with the way that she was acting, she didn’t know that she would.

The two ladies started laughing at this. “So what? If we are not related by blood, so what? There is something is called maternal instinct! You know, If I would have been of your age, I would have let her call me mother! Even so, What I am for her is not the matter! What you are going to be in a moment, that matters!” She took a deep breath and sensed someone was about to open their mouth to poop, so she said, “ Oh…. Where the hell do you both get the maternal feelings? One has had no child all her life and the other’s ran away a long ago, God knows where!”