Novel & Cerita Mothers Warmth 2

This was the legendary Alpha King, the most esteemed pureblood werewolf, controlling the wealth and resources of countless Lycan packs across North America, and James's uncle. 'You know me?' he asked, cupping my face. 'Of course,' I replied, my heart racing. 'Every werewolf knows your name.' He smiled. 'It's an honor to be remembered by such a beautiful lady.' I stared into his mesmerizing blue eyes, my heart fluttering. I felt an irresistible pull towards him. My body responded to his touch, and I embarrassingly found myself wanting more. As the alcohol took hold, I lost control, pulling him closer. His strong arms enveloped me, and his eyes burned with intensity. His lips crashed onto mine

LEILANI Cold sweats began to emanate from my body, I couldn't believe that I'd been a terrible mother. How could I forget that I gave birth to twins? Even though I lost my little Miranda, how could I forget her? What sort of mother am I? And now I had no idea where my angel was buried. "I'm a bad mother," I cried and held onto Malcolm's shirt. "Calm down, Lani. Your experience at the park today is affecting you. Take a deep breath, Lani," Malcolm said, trying so hard to pacify me.

She could feel his heartbeat, strong and steady, and the warmth of his mother’s arms wrapped tightly around him. The gentle sway of a rocking chair cradled them both, the creak of its wooden frame lulling the baby to sleep. Amani saw the world through his eyes, soft and blurry at the edges, but the love he felt was clear as day. His mother’s face hovered above him, her dark hair cascading like a waterfall around them. Her eyes, deep pools of warmth and devotion, reflected the purest love—a love that wrapped around them both like a protective shield. She hummed a soft lullaby, her voice a soothing balm that made the baby’s tiny heart swell with contentment. He cooed, reaching up with chubby f

Lucas quickly comforted her, saying, "Ms. Lamont, even though you're not our mommy, Cheryl and I still like you." The smile on Ivana's face slowly faded, and her eyes were filled with disgust. "After spending time with Yara, you look down on your own mother, huh? If I'd known you'd be such little ingrates, I should have strangled you both at birth!" Cheryl and Lucas shrank into a corner of their bed. They were too terrified to even breathe. "I was unfortunate enough to give birth to you two useless pups! If you dare bring up Yara in front of me again, I won't show you mercy next time!" Ivana spat.

I will express my feelings right now. DAYS have gone, and this will be Mr. Tucker's final interment. He will be buried with the heroes, in recognition of his significant contributions to our pack. Kaiden is with me, and we're simply waiting for the ceremony to begin. Matthew was heartbroken... He is exhausted and sleep-deprived, but I understand his predicament. I was the same way when my mother died. But I believe he is stronger and will get stronger because he promises it to me. He pledges it to his parents.

But there are times when Accashia wished that it was not true. Accashia’s lips trembled and the long sword slipped from her fingers. “Mother…” She whispered. “Mama.” Again and again until tears welled in her eyes and she ran. “Mama!” And oddly enough, the woman hugs her back. Even though she smelled like the dead of corpses and rats. The woman was still warm. How it is that she's warm. The dead shouldn't be warm like this, and Accashia had always dreamed of feeling her warm embrace again. “Mama…” She cried in her mother’s arms. “You’re alive, and you're here.”

I press my hand to her lower belly and unlock her womb with my power. “You won’t be his mate. He’ll only ever belong to me. But I need you to keep him warm for me. When all this is over… I’m coming back for him. After you’ve found your true mate.”

Where the warmth had always— *Always—* Been present. Even when she was at her lowest. Even when the pack had been cruelest. Even when she had been most alone and most convinced she was inadequate and most certain nothing would ever change— *The warmth.* Her mother. In the blood. *This whole time.* Luna breathed. Fought for composure. Found it. Held it. The way her mother's voice had held even in the memory. Fierce and clear and present even at the edge of everything.

His favorite color had always been pink. “What’s this? Tyler asked. “It’s called an MP3 player. You use it to listen to music.” He ran to show Frank and Sonia. “Uncle! Aunty! Mom just got me a flute and an MP3 player.” Rose laughed as she watched him. He was so full of life. “Awnnn, say thank you to Mommy.” Sonia said. She took the MP3 player from him and taught him how to use it.” Tyler picked up the flute and tried to play one of Rose’s favorite songs, Lay All Your Love On Me by ABBA, but it didn't come out right.