Motherly Instinct Novels & Stories

My hand instinctively went to my stomach, a protective gesture, a fierce surge of maternal instinct cutting through the fear, the confusion. I had to protect my baby. From… everyone. But how? How could I protect my child when I couldn't even protect myself? When I couldn't even trust my own judgment, my own heart?

“You do.” She shook her head. “I’m scared.” “So am I.” “I keep thinking…” She swallowed. “What if they’re right?” “What if I do something that hurts the baby?” “What if I’m being selfish?” Dominic dragged a hand over his face. “Laura.” “They all sound so sure.” “That’s because certainty gets attention.” “They can’t all be wrong.” “They don’t all know you.” She pulled the blanket tighter around herself. “They say mothers should trust their instincts.” “And what does your instinct say?”

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 helpless newborn. Tell me who paid you or I swear I will make sure you never see your family again.” She tried to pull away but I held tight. Tears filled her eyes but I felt no pity. This woman had walked into my daughter’s nursery with death in her pocket. Maternal instincts I never knew I possessed burned through me like fire. I pressed her back against the wall keeping Maya shielded between us. “Talk. Now.”

When I looked back at him, he seemed to understand the question in my eyes as he intertwined our fingers since we could finally stand side-by-side. "My mother was an alpha. Since my grandfather only had girls and she was the eldest, it fell to her. It was a first in history and she had all these ambitions. One of them was teaching newborn wolves to control their urges. Those who aren't born into it have a 'frenzy-phase', think of it like you haven't eaten in weeks, and suddenly the whole world is a buffet..." I winced at the comparison as he continued. "When she died, they had this boarded up under her resting place as a way to keep her memory alive while killing her attempts."

Rowena strove to fulfill her new role as a mother. Not only was she fulfilling her promise to Ivan to take care of her baby as best she could, but her natural instincts, beyond reason, compelled her to do so because she truly wanted to. She wanted the best for her daughter.

Under her accusations, I did something completely out of place—I smiled. "You ungrateful brat! You monster!" my uncle, James White, shouted furiously. "Your grandfather adored you more than anyone, and this is how you repay him? You're worse than an animal!" "Enough!" Mom snapped, stepping forward and positioning herself between me and the others. "You don't understand. A perfect person doesn't need all those messy, negative emotions. "Elsa needs logic and control, not your pointless outbursts. And tell me, will crying bring Gregory back?"

“Please, if you want us to fight, then so be it. Goddess knows I’m willing. But not when my kids are here. I would only fight you on one if you agree to this term.” Natalie’s eyes shifted to where the kid’s nursery was as her smirk faded. A flicker of hatred shimmered in her eyes before it was gone, replaced by cruel playfulness. “Oh, those crimson bastards. I sometimes forget you, and that betrayer I once loved had made foolish offspring. Though I understand your motherly instinct. I am a mother.” What? “You’re a mother?” “Don’t be surprised, Pyra. I am a mother, and that motherly instinct has grown inside of me. Though you kil

"Open your eyes. We need you." Justice blankets me and our baby with warmth to protect us from whatever is happening outside my mind. Everything else fades away. I sense another surge of pain. My pack members howl in agony. A piece of me wants to feel it. The distant part of me that craves the feeling of pain and destruction tries to push through. The maternal instinct to protect my baby is stronger. I push everything away and keep her safe from it all. Safe with Justice and me in the darkness enveloping us. It doesn't matter how long we will be there. I have her and she has me and Justice. Nothing else matters.

He stated, his tone devoid of sentiment, "I'm not saying that everyone should be measured by the same scale, but I can not conceal the truth from you." He continued, his words cutting through the air like a bitter wind, "The baby growing within her womb is like a ticking time bomb. It has lost track of time and is desperately trying to survive. There's nothing we can do, If it feels unsafe within the very womb it resides in, the same mother it shares breath with, surviving off her blood, and does not hesitate to kill her if it deems it necessary. What's even more distressing is that amidst the tumultuous awakening of its werewolf instincts at such an early stage, it may not even recognize i