Alpha Pregnant Wolf Novels & Stories

“Lycian, I’d like you to meet Adriana Winters. Her father is Alpha of the Northern Ridge pack.” I shook Adriana’s hand and tried to look interested. She was beautiful. Blonde, tall, wearing a red dress that probably cost a fortune. Her wolf was strong. I could sense it, feel the power radiating from her in subtle waves. My wolf didn’t even stir. “It’s so nice to finally meet you.” Adriana’s smile was practiced. Perfect. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Enough hiding!” But the witch only laughed softly. “You wanted to know the truth, little Alpha.” Her voice drifted like smoke through the clearing. “So here it is.” The massive wolf took one slow step forward. The ground cracked under its weight. “This,” the witch said calmly, “is the last of the ancient Alpha wolves.” A cold chill slid down my spine. Ancient Alpha. Not just a powerful wolf. A ruler. A monster born to dominate every pack in existence. “That’s a lie,” Marcus said sharply.

Personal truth won Alphas. The first Alpha was a woman named Sable, young, pragmatic, leading a pack of ninety wolves whose eastern boundary sat within Thornfield's convergence range. She had been approached by Elder Voss's intermediary two days before Betty arrived. She had not committed. Betty sat with her in her packhouse and did not make a legal argument. She told her about Mara Rayne.

"No, that's not possible. The timing... it's only been weeks..." "Werewolf pregnancies develop quickly when there's powerful alpha blood involved," Lucia said conversationally. "She's already showing. Glowing with that special radiance that pregnant females get. Drake is absolutely devoted to her. I heard the maids couldn't get enough of her moans... every night." " Stop!" I let out a growl, my heart ripping into pieces. Each word was a dagger to my heart. I could picture it so clearly – Elise's hand resting on her swollen belly, Drake's arm around her shoulders, both of them smiling as they planned their future together.

She was not a werewolf but i felt her pull stronger than with the she-wolves. When she talked she was looking all around her, her eyes drifting all over, taking in all of her surroundings, but when i talked, her eyes were glued to mine, listening carefully every word that came out of my mouth, like her life depended on it. That's a true Alpha quality, even if she has no wolf blood in her.

I had asked grandfather for counsel too, and the old man agreed to my plan. So all was set. All that I needed to do was say the words. But for some reason, I was scared. I cleared my throat, ignoring the slight pang of fear slithering down my spine. "As you all know that as the Alpha, the woman who bears my kid, who shares the mate bond with me, will be the Luna. And as you are all also aware, Dahlia is the mother of my kids. And she is my mate. Which, automatically, makes her the Luna of the Pack."

Bernie's POV The noise at night was too loud, and I didn't sleep well, afraid that Dylan would be uncomfortable inside. Three months pregnant, Dylan started having morning sickness. He's more upset than anyone because he's a man, being able to get pregnant is a miracle. Of course, the reason is me. I am Alpha, a werewolf living in human form. At first, I naively assumed that if my partner was a man, he couldn't get pregnant. But then I was wrong, Dylan's pregnancy was really unexpected. I wanted Dylan to have an abortion, but Dylan refused.

a heavily pregnant she wolf said as she took a seat carefully on a rock across our bank. Huge bonfires fanned by the dragons surrounded us while the Water Moon Pack’s doctors and warriors did their respective jobs. Carl’s Beta seethed with rage and was about to shift to attack along with his warriors before Carl stopped them all with a mere gesture of his hand. For the first time, we were all seeing him as The Alpha of the Great Water Moon Pack in essence and form. “Delphine” “Carl” “People who live in houses made of glass should not throw bricks,” Carl snickered as he threatened the pregnant woman’s unborn child.

Not a single she-wolf in the pack had managed to stir my wolf enough to matter, let alone provoke a mating bond. Not that I would have gone ahead with the mating regardless. “Still,” one elder persists after a short pause. “A proper Alpha needs a mate to control their aggression. Even if you think you’re fine now, as more time passes, you’ll find your emotions becoming more and more unstable!” I shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself and roll my eyes. “You make it sound like I’ll, out of nowhere, jump and attack members of the pack.” “It’s not entirely unreasonable,” another elder intones.