Motherly Instinct Novels & Stories

“You wouldn’t die for her.” “Of course I would,” Adam argued. “I love Rain. I’d do anything for her.” She said nothing, only prodded him along. “Haven’t you ever loved anyone before, Mother?” “No.” Her answer came quickly enough that time, “Not a person. Only the country. Only the Motherhood.” Before he could even consider what her reaction might be, Adam found himself saying, “That’s really sad.” “No, it’s not,” she said in her own defense. “You don’t understand what it’s like to be a part of something like the Motherhood, to know that I’m fulfilling the destiny of all womankind.”

A love so huge it sat in the middle of my chest and made every horrible thought in the world suddenly possible. She could stop breathing and I’d notice too late. Maybe I’d sleep through her crying. There was also the chance I’d hold her wrong and hurt something tiny without even meaning to. And buried under all of that was the ugliest fear of all, that motherhood came with some instinct every other woman seemed to have, and mine had somehow missed me because I grew up without one. Kaden helped by being just as gone over her as I was, only with more control and better shoulders.

She was inches from exploding. "We can't find them anymore." "What do you mean you can't find them? You just took them in to be dressed and ready for their second entrance. What on earth do you mean?" Her voice lowered into what was a dead calm. I quickly intervened when I sensed the presence of her wolf rising to the surface seething with rage. Like nature demanded, all species who passed through motherhood were fiercely protective of their offsprings. It didn't even matter what they were, as long as the mother perceived them as theirs.

Her mother stood up and moved to the window, looking out at the parking lot below. "Daggy, listen to me carefully. If Dynan knows Britty is his daughter then he's not going to just let you leave again. Alphas don't work that way, especially not with their own blood." "I know." Daggy's voice came out tired. "That's why I'm so scared, Mama. Because I finally built a life away from all of this and now it's going to come crashing down around me." "Maybe it's time to stop running," Mitchell said gently, turning back to face her. "Maybe it's time to face this head on and figure out what's best for Britty."

"What did you just say?!" "You heard me. He's my Baby and if he wants to eat with his mama then he will. And no one can stop me from feeding my own Baby." Her voice was loud and clear, Possessive and demanding. Her mother's instincts were triggered from her Baby's gestures. Avoiding the anger on both females faces that were red with rage and embarrassment that a girl talks back at them she leaves from there because even if she doesn't get affected with their command she's still feeling trouble from their rage scent .

Sarah It’s haunting, what I know without really knowing it. I’m not entirely sure where the information comes from. But it’s a guttural thing. It’s the strongest natural urge in my body. Before having Fergus, I had heard about motherly instincts. I thought I understood it. But it wasn’t until having a baby that I could actually fathom what that meant. Now, I feel that indescribable feeling pushing me forward. I run faster than I’ve ever run before and Lucas keeps pace beside me.

She blinked as if I just called her back from a far away journey her mind took. “I think break is over,” she stood up with a smile on her face. Looking at her one would think her happy, but I have seen her real smile and this isn’t it. Something is making her sad, something I believe even her mother doesn’t know, and funny enough I want to know so I can take care of it. Seeing this beautiful girl in front of me sad makes my heart ache. Is this paternal instinct? I have heard about maternal instinct, the instinct every mother has to protect and love their child, does fathers get them?

“Please, he may do something worse or even order you to flush my pup out. Help me keep it a secret until I leave this place.” Her eyes grow to the size of saucers. “You want to leave?” She asks, looking horrified. “Please help me… you’re a mother too. Help me save my pup by keeping this between us.” I haven't even heard the heartbeat yet but I'm already filled with so much love for my pup and my protective instincts have kicked in. I can do anything to protect my pup. Is this how motherhood works? The healer's expression softens and she looks like she’s decided to help me out much to my relief.

Everything became times worse though when her father was no longer there to act as a shield. Mrs. Moyo tries for another slap which Anna dodges by side-stepping to the right. When she tells people about how bad things are at home, they go into their usual ‘defend mothers’ mode. They theorize that there has to be something wrong with the way that Anna behaves otherwise Anna’s mother would treat her differently. Traditionally, mothers are saints and love their children and would do anything for them. If a mother acts out it has to be because there is something wrong with the child. It’s maternal instinct. No one ever considers that parents choose to have children, while children are brought in

I rubbed my stomach instinctively wondering how foolishness had taken me, how I had let him get so much under my skin and driven me to insanity. The uncertainty that I had been feeling all night was the same , I felt the same way, the same hunger to get rid of everything that had to do with Michel. It had started that night yet I was realizing, it was a lot for me dragging someone else Into our fights. Something shifted in me and with it the fact or rather a common sense if motherhood, it was one every mother would have that ache and want that common sense and egi to defend the life try were carrying deep in them.