Mother S Warmth Chapter 3 Novels & Stories

But there are times when Accashia wished that it was not true. Accashia’s lips trembled and the long sword slipped from her fingers. “Mother…” She whispered. “Mama.” Again and again until tears welled in her eyes and she ran. “Mama!” And oddly enough, the woman hugs her back. Even though she smelled like the dead of corpses and rats. The woman was still warm. How it is that she's warm. The dead shouldn't be warm like this, and Accashia had always dreamed of feeling her warm embrace again. “Mama…” She cried in her mother’s arms. “You’re alive, and you're here.”

Gustavo kept pace beside me, our unspoken bond of loyalty lending strength to my resolve. As we reached my mother's chambers, the air thickened with tension, the atmosphere charged with an unspoken intensity. I took a deep breath, my hand poised to knock on the door, when an overwhelming surge of emotions washed over me—concern, protectiveness, and an unyielding love for my mate. With a swift motion, I pushed open the door, revealing my mother seated at her desk, her face etched with a mixture of weariness and concern. Our eyes locked, and in that instant, a silent understanding passed between us. There was more to this encounter than met the eye.

Chapter 126 The mother broke into a wide smile, despite the moisture forming in her eyes. "I knew…" she said, descending the steps. "I knew they were okay. I knew you had your children safely." The triplets didn't hesitate. As if something drew them, they ran towards their grandparents, arms open. The impact of the hug was almost physical for Maya, who remained still, watching. She felt the knot tighten in her throat, tears threatening to fall. Kael and Bia, however, did not relax. They remained attentive to every movement, as if, behind that warm scene, there was something wrong, something out of place.

‎ ‎Aleksei stepped out first. ‎ ‎I followed. ‎ ‎The front doors opened almost immediately. ‎ ‎And there she was. ‎ ‎My mother. ‎ ‎Smiling. ‎ ‎For the first time all week, I felt something close to warmth. ‎ ‎"Misha." ‎ ‎Before I could react, she wrapped her arms around me. ‎ ‎I hugged her back. ‎ ‎Carefully. ‎ ‎Gently. ‎ ‎Because despite everything, she remained the strongest person I knew. ‎ ‎"I missed you."

I feel it happen in one instant through the bond. She turns completely still next to me. Her awareness is flooded with emotion, and it comes at her too fast, too all at once. Laughter of the tables below. Keep the kids warm with protective warmth. Comfort. Affection. Belonging. Not addressed towards her personally. To simply be around her openly. My mother takes a deep breath. I grab her hand under the table right away. “It's okay,” I mutter. I think for one horrible second, she's going to run away.

Within minutes, we’d parked in front of the mansion, and the door opened. My mother stood looming over me, with a pinched expression on her fair face. She looked down at my pathetically shivering, curled-up form and sighed. “’s not my fault this time,” I slurred, barely keeping my eyes open. If I thought pre-heat was bad, it had nothing to do with the actual thing. And I wasn’t fully in heat yet. “I’m well aware,” Mom replied, and bent down. “Come along now, let’s get you settled in your room.”

--- Ammie followed slowly. Stepping into the house— And immediately feeling it. Peace. Familiarity. Warmth. --- Her eyes moved around the room. Everything looked the same. Simple. Calm. Safe. --- “…I missed this,” she whispered. --- She walked toward her mum. Who was standing quietly in the kitchen. Not looking at her. --- Ammie moved closer. Then gently— She hugged her from behind. --- “I’m sorry,” she whispered. --- Her mum didn’t move at first.

Everything! Mother stood up, and to my greatest surprise, her previously clear eyes were filled with tears. As she walked towards me, her silver dress seemed to drag the stars along with her. I remained frozen, my face expressionless as I desperately tried to hide my emotions. Mother wrapped her arms around me, and a shocking sensation passed through my spine as I stiffened. The hug felt real, it felt warm, it felt…beautiful. I felt her hands holding me gently, the soft touch of her hand as she stroked my back comforted me and broke something inside me.

When she's completely out of our sight, Mother looks at me angrily. "How many times do I have to remind you of what you are to eat?" she whispers. I don't say anything. Mother rolls her eyes and watches Samantha color on the decorative piece of paper. She then picks up a crayon and assists her. As they are carried away together by their laughter and merriment, I look around nervously. It's eighty-six degrees outside, but for some reason there's little of a difference in here. The cardigan I'm wearing, the one Mother made me wear, adds another five degrees to my body heat; I'm sweating like a pig.

Fewer thoughts enter your mind, and the buzz in your head subsides. Through the mental connection, I heard my mother's soothing voice, "Graysen." "Yes," I responded, waiting patiently for her to say anything. " Your mate is awake." _____________________________________________ Eighth Chapter!!!! How was it? Is it to your liking? Word Count: 1752 ______________________________________________ So what do you think? Vote. Comment.share Leave your feedback on what you want next. I'm trying my best after all English is not my mother language.