Motherly Instinct Novels & Stories

Her fear of something happening to Vincent overshadowed her fear of running into predatory animals. "Vincent," she choked out, her voice quivering as tears streamed down her face. She may not be his biological mother but she didn't love him any less. He had awoken her maternal instincts and turned him into a mother. After what felt like an eternity of searching, a soft, pitiful cry pierced the stillness, freezing her in her tracks. Her ears twitched as another fragile cry rang through the air. An overwhelming emotion flooded her chest, igniting an urgency within her. She raced towards the noise, her heart galloping wildly.

Each time she breathed, every time she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, something inside me tightened hard. It wasn't a normal attraction. It was something rawer. Heavier. Borderline violent. My wolf kept pushing toward her, snarling every time someone walked too close. I kept telling myself it was stress. Exhaustion. The crisis. Anything else. But the truth was uglier. This was the same sharp, ancient instinct I’d read about once. Paternal Bond Consequence. The instinct triggered when a child—your child—was near. I shoved the thought away so fast it almost made me dizzy.

One caveat, though, the baby should be less than 10 weeks old. I say a little prayer to the Moon Goddess that Kinsley does not shift out of impulse. I have to remind Kinsley to rein her emotional outbursts. I might not have paternal instincts for the baby but I do want to keep her safe. Her. Wow. That’s so surreal. I’m having a baby she-wolf. But why am I not feeling any enthusiasm? I don't remember having any familial instincts since finding out that I fathered a child. This just reinforces my doubts. Am I really the dad?

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.

“You almost lost your child to your own family when they first hunted you three years ago. Don’t blame me if I was trying to protect both family and children.” “You weren’t protecting any fucking children. You were using them!” “Just like you used yours to get close to Zeath?” Vietili’s words shut my mouth immediately. I want to scream and shout and tell her to stop mentioning Eryis, but that would only be exposing her death. “You see, every mother is the same, Mellow, like it or not. That motherly instinct will always be there; whether it flourishes positively or negatively,” Vietili voices on. “But the magic is; you never know when it takes a bad turn until

My Mother stirred from her slumber, her senses tingling with a sense of foreboding. With a heavy heart, she realized that her visions had failed her when they were needed most. The life within her she had just conceived, had sapped her powers, leaving her unable to protect her pack from the impending danger. As the wolves closed in, my Mother instincts kicked into overdrive, her maternal instincts driving her to protect her unborn pup at all costs. With Katherine's words, I was made to believe that she loved me. Yes, I felt guilty, anyone could have after knowing I'm the cause of it all… if not for me, maybe my parents would still be alive.

"What do I do when he's born? I mean....I don't know how to be a mum while I'm struggling with my own issues. I am a single parent Mary, I don't have anyone! I c-cant..." She holds my shoulder, "Sshhh. Every mother feels this way. As long as you love your baby with everything you have, then you will be okay, if you do that the motherly instincts will kick in. And as for the loss of your mate...I am so sorry Luna." I look down. I can't look at her. If I see the sadness in her eyes, I know I'll just burst into tears. "He was a good alpha." "He was the best alpha," I corrected her.

She touched her abdomen feeling the flutter of life inside her and whispered softly,“We are stronger than they realize. And we will survive.”The storm was coming-Russell’s dominance, Xavier’s interference and the Council’s oversight but Giovanni was ready. She had maps, knowledge and instincts. And she had resolve. No Alpha no matter how powerful could erase the will of a mother fighting to protect her child.

Elaine stood in the main doorway, her hard eyes watching me carefully. “You are here to guard the building, nothing more. This child is my responsibility, and I won’t have you putting her in any kind of uncomfortable or compromising positions. Are you understanding me?” she asked firmly. I felt both hatred and admiration for the small she-wolf. She is clearly very fiercely protective and has taken to the role of mother effortlessly. My role. It should have been me protecting her, watching over her, making sure no one else caused her harm or shame. It should have been me. “I will watch over the Goddess and her Mate, Phoebe can stay with me. You need to go back and collect your Mate and our ot

The message is clear: *Silence is our only shield now. I blink rapidly, my mind struggling to keep up with the speed at which she moved. She's human. Mortal. But in that moment, there was nothing weak or fragile about her. It's as if something inside her—some mother's instinct honed razor-sharp over the years—reacted before the rest of us could even think. The woman before me isn't just my mother; she's a guardian, a sentinel standing between us and whatever lurks beyond that door.