Motherly Instinct Novels & Stories

"It is an instinctual force, one that pushes us to protect and nurture our children with an unparalleled fervor." I leaned forward, eager to soak in every word that spilled from her lips. The crackling fire seemed to grow louder, its warmth mirroring the warmth that blossomed in my chest. "From the moment we hold our child in our arms for the first time, an unbreakable connection forms," Mother Tanna continued, her eyes glinting with a mix of joy and sorrow. "We become fiercely protective, willing to sacrifice everything for their well-being. It's an unconditional love that can weather even the darkest storms."

“Why are you still in bed at this time of the day? Do you want me to drag you out and hit your ass?” “Ha, Mom.” “Get out of bed now,” she bellows. “You can’t keep wasting time, or you’ll regret it.” “No Mom. I’m sorry. It hurts.” I try to put on a scene. Almost crying, “I’m sorry, Mother.” “Oh, my goddess, did I hurt you, baby?” She asks. “Let me see. Show me where it hurts.” I know Mother is the best. She is devoted to her pups and never causes us harm. She is our guardian and mentor. She shields us from our father whenever he wants to hit us.

My mother had always spoken in riddles, her guidance cryptic yet strangely precise. I met her when she was pregnant with twins. She had known from the beginning that one of her children wasn’t responding, yet her wolf instincts had fought relentlessly to keep her daughter safe. Her power had been overwhelming, an unbreakable shield that ensured the survival of the life inside her. When the twins were born, she had assured everyone that both were healthy. However, she insisted on keeping them away from the public eye. No one dared question her—not when she was the strongest warrior among them.

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.

“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.

He was pretty sure anyway, but his mom had insisted she check him over anyway. "I know, I can't help it though, it's a natural instinct, to protect my family," she said, staring at his hands where they on his stomach. Her family! The rush of love she felt whenever she thought of her mate being pregnant took her breath away, the feeling that rushed up through her was equal parts terror, adoration, confusion and excitement. The moment his heat had ended, and they were faced with the prospect that he might be pregnant, she had gone into protective mode. She was terrified of fucking up and surprised for the love she felt for the life growing inside him, but some instinct inside her that she didn

The two together, the speed, the healing abilities, the agility, the heightened senses, they made for a feared monster perfectly equipped for battle. But it made me a lousy person though, never quite able to relinquish either half of myself, and I was always at the mercy of my thirst. One of my most enigmatic memories of Mother was when she used to tell me that my thirst directly corresponded with my emotional energy. She told me that I had to feel something special in order to resist the temptation to drink, but I never understood that and she wasn't around long enough to finish explaining it.

“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."