Motherly Instinct Novels & Stories

" I know... But who else could believe that much except our parents especially our mothers? " " You are right when you said, Mother's. I once heard of a story where a mother believed her son was safe in a far country despite the wastage of life and properties occurring there due to another country's invasion....and she was right, her son somehow was among the minority that was left after the war ended. " " There's something like a Mother's instinct and I believe so much in it... So yeah, I feel our mother's would feel we are alive if they pay close attention to their intuition. "

“Look, you don’t need to do this bonding thing with me. I said I’ll help you and my word is good.” “I’m not trying to bond with you. You don’t owe me anything and I know that. But you should know about your mom. She was tough as nails. Brilliant and fiercely loyal. She had an energy around her that you could feel. Strength. She wasn’t like any woman I ever met,” he said. “She’s none of those things anymore,” I said bitterly. “Maybe not, but she passed all those traits to you. I can see it. You have her strength. And you have royal blood. You just need to let yourself lean into your instincts. Trust your intuition. Trust your inner wolf,” he said.

Not after everything we had fought through to find peace. I staggered back a step, one hand pressed hard to my chest as if I could physically hold myself together. The bond — the sacred mother-child threads woven by the Moon Goddess herself on the night my quadruplets were born — called to me instinctively. Those four bright, shimmering lifelines had always been there, no matter how far apart we were. My babies… Where are you? I poured every ounce of my will, every drop of my alpha blood and maternal fury, into the connection.

I couldn't let that happen. I couldn't let the one reason for my smile be taken away from me. "No, there's no way I would let that happen. My baby will grow up under the love and care of its parents, Okay?" I thought as I began rubbing my flat tummy the moment my motherly instincts kicked in. "Mummy won't let anyone take you away from me. No one at all will dare to." I promised.

“Mom, are you sure Lizzbeth intends to run away with our baby? Or is that just your negative thoughts because you're afraid of Lizzbeth leaving me?” As much as I wanted to believe her, at this point, I had turned to attack my mother. Amelia looked confused to explaining the situation. I had created a situation where she was cornered and could finally tell the truth. However, what she said was always the same. She always said that Lizzbeth would run away from me, even though she had no proof. “You can say I'm selfish, my son. But this is what others call maternal instinct,” she said firmly, but her gaze fell limply downward.

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.

I was slowly starting to find my centre once again and when my son was born, he became the centre of my world. They say a woman's love is contemptuous when it comes to her lover. However, no one has ever emphasised the dangers of a mother's love. That is, when I look down at my sleeping baby, I feel overwhelmed with a sudden surge of Pride. Protectiveness. Paranoia. I'm not sure the word Obsession can be added to raging feelings that consume me as the word can always be misinterpreted, but it's there. All those feelings can become deadly when pressed together and shaped into a single huge ball.

You are already being the mother the baby needs. I let out a shaky laugh, half relief, half disbelief. “Being a mother… it feels like stepping into darkness with no light. And yet… I feel something. A pull, a bond I can’t explain. The instinct to protect… it’s stronger than anything else I’ve ever felt.”

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?”

“When she screamed from that nightmare, when I saw the terror in her eyes… Mason, it broke me in a way I didn’t think I could break anymore.” She turned her head slightly to look at him, her eyes bloodshot but clear with truth. “She’s not mine, not by blood, but something inside me wanted to protect her. My wolf even wanted that. I can't explain it, but I felt it. And I'm sorry if I’m being too clingy with your daughter. I know I have no right.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “But maybe… this is what they call a mother’s instinct. Even if I’ll never be one.”