Bl Pregnancy

ทุกคนในแก๊งลือกันว่า “นั่นเมียเสี่ย” แต่คนที่ปากแข็งสุดกลับเป็นเด็กดื้อคนนั้นเอง ปากบอก “ไม่ใช่เมีย” แต่พอใครเข้าใกล้เสี่ย ก็มีตาเขียวตามมาเสมอ เสี่ยผู้เย็นชา กลับค่อย ๆ กลายเป็นแมวตัวโตขี้อ้อน เมื่ออยู่กับ "เมียเด็ก" ที่เขาไม่อยากปล่อยให้หนี

‘ใกล้รัก’ น้องชายต่างสายเลือดที่เป็นดั่งแก้วตาดวงใจของ ‘อุ่นใจ’ กำลังตกอยู่ในอันตราย ทางเดียวที่อุ่นใจจะสามารถช่วยน้องชายได้นั่นก็คือการยอมตกเป็นของผู้ชายปากร้ายเจ้าอารมณ์อย่าง ‘ทศกัณฐ์’ อุ่นใจ ยอมกล้ำกลืนความอดสูใจ ยอมรับชะตากรรมของตนเอง คนอย่างทศกัณฐ์ที่ไม่เคยแยแสสิ่งใดคงปฏิบัติกับเค้าและน้องชายไม่ต่างกับเศษฝุ่นเศษดินข้างถนน แต่ทุกอย่างกลับไม่เป็นไปอย่างที่คิด!! คุณเขาไม่เพียงไม่ดูถูก แต่คุณเขากลับดูแลใส่ใจอุ่นใจกับน้องชายเป็นอย่างดี...ดีเสียใจจนหัวใจดวงน้อยเริ่มจะสั่นไหว...ดีเสียจนอุ่นใจต้องยอมรับกับตนเองว่าเค้าได้ตกหลุมรักผู้ชายปากร้ายเจ้าอารมณ์คนนี้เข้าเสียแล้ว อุ่นใจจะทำอย่างไรต่อไปกับความรักที่ควรกักเก็บไว้ อุ่นใจจะทำอย่างไรความลับที่เริ่มเปิดเผยและทำให้ชีวิตพลิกผัน และที่สำคัญอุ่นใจ.....จะทำอย่างไรกับคนคนนั้น คนที่ดูเหมือนจะเป็นตัวจริงของคุณเขา....

หนึ่งพญางูยักษ์เกล็ดสีดำสนิทตัดกับดวงตาสีแดงเพลิงราวกับสีของทับทิมสยามอายุนับพันปีดุที่สุดในบรรดาอุรคทั้งสี่ทิศ ผู้ปกปักษ์ผืนพนาต้องห้ามติดกับเขตอุทยานแห่งชาติพนาดรทิศใต้ หนึ่งมนุษย์ที่เพิ่งผ่านพ้นเบญจเพสมาเพียงไม่กี่วัน ชื่นชอบการเดินป่าเก็บตราอุทยานแห่งชาติถูกสับเปลี่ยนเป็นเครื่องเซ่นสังเวยแทนชาวบ้านเผ่าชะนอที่ถูกเลือก หมู่บ้านชาติพันธ์ขนาดใหญ่ที่หลีกเร้นตัวอยู่ภายในผืนป่าต้องห้ามมานับร้อยปีเพียงเพราะหลงป่าแต่กลับมีชะตาตกฟากเดียวกัน โศกนาฏกรรมสัมพันธ์ในอดีตชาติเกี่ยวโยงชักนำให้คนทั้งสองหวนกลับมาเจอกันในฐานะคนแปลกหน้า ปริศนากลิ่นหอมของดอกราชาวดีบนเรือนกายชลทิตย์ที่มีเพียงนิลคีรีเท่านั้นที่สัมผัสได้ราวกับเคยสลักลึกในห้วงจิตวิญญาณ “กลิ่นหอมนี้กำลังล่อลวงข้าให้ลุ่มหลงอย่างที่ไม่เคยเป็นมาก่อนเจ้ารู้ตัวรู้ไม่ ทำไมถึงเย้ายวนถึงเพียงนี้นะเครื่องเซ่นสังเวยของข้า”

แม่ของเขาเป็นสาววายรุ่นเดอะ อยากได้สะใภ้เป็นผู้ชาย ส่วนแม่ของผมเป็นผีพนันที่ติดหนี้มาเฟียอย่างเขา เราทั้งคู่เลยต้องโคจรมาพบกันในสถานการณ์ที่สุดแสนจะวุ่นวาย กลายมาเป็นพ่อกับแม่ของลูกที่เกิดมาท่ามกลางการแก่งแย่งชิงดีของสมาคมมาเฟีย

After being forced to go to rogue wolf territory to exchange my mate's kidnapped childhood sweetheart while three months pregnant, I was tortured to death. Before my death, my eight-year-old daughter begged her father three times. The first time, my daughter took her father's hand and said, "Daddy, mommy is pregnant with my little brother. She can't go to the rogue territory." The alpha wolf let out a cold laugh: "How dare your mother teach a pup to lie." Then he had his beta guards drive my daughter out of the pack house. The second time, my daughter grabbed his sleeve and told him the rogue wolves were torturing me with silver. The alpha frowned: "These rogues were hired by your mother to kidnap Willow. How could she really be tortured?" The guards stepped forward and once again pulled my daughter out of the room. The third time, my daughter lay on the floor, desperately clutching his pant leg, crying that I was dying in the rogue wolf territory. The alpha finally lost his temper. He slapped her away with force. "I told you, Ava won't die. She's strong. If you come running back here to disturb Willow's rest again, I'll definitely throw both of you out of the pack territory." To save me, my daughter gave her most precious possession to the most powerful warrior in the pack—the healing gemstone I had given her for her birthday. "Please, can you use this to help save my mother? I don't need protection anymore. I just want my mother to live." The warrior took her healing gemstone, but before he could leave to rescue me, Willow stepped in his way. "Sorry, little pup," she smirked. "The warrior needs to stay here to protect my dog. Your father was afraid I would be sad if anything happened to my pet."

I was six months pregnant when my husband's childhood sweetheart showed up on Christmas Eve, pregnant too, demanding her place in his life. Smiling, I welcomed her in. "Come on in. Make yourself at home." In my previous life, I had forced my husband to kick Shirley out. She collapsed from low blood sugar and froze to death that very Christmas Eve. Matthew did not hold it against me. On the contrary, he softened, stayed by my side and took care of me while I waited to give birth. However, when the baby came, despite being an obstetrician himself, Matthew sent our healthy newborn son straight to the morgue. I begged him desperately, but his face was twisted with hatred. "If you hadn't been so petty and dramatic, Shirley wouldn't have died along with her baby!" "You're heartbroken over your son? Then go freeze to death too. Pay for Shirley’s life with your own life." Just like that, I opened my eyes again, back to the moment Shirley arrived on Christmas Eve.

After dying suddenly from overwork, I found myself transmigrated into the life of a fake heiress who had been cast out of her wealthy family. While the real heiress reclaimed the life that had once been mine, I decided to leave the drama behind. Armed with my savings, I embraced a carefree lifestyle, swapping boyfriends every three days and living for the moment. Then, two months later, life hit me with a curveball—I discovered I was pregnant. The problem? I had no idea who the father was. With no choice, I approached the three powerful CEOs I had been involved with, each more arrogant and competitive than the last. What followed was a 10-billion-dollar bet by each of the three over who the father might be, with me caught in the middle. "I bet the baby belongs to all three of you," I teased, only for them to roll their eyes and dismiss me as ridiculous. Even so, when I gave birth to triplets, their argument outside the delivery room went viral, sending the internet into a frenzy and turning my life—and theirs—into a spectacle.

I've planned seven wedding ceremonies in total, and not once has my fiance, Zachary Gardner, ever shown up for it. The first time, his adopted younger sister, Louise Foster, bursts into tears because she lost her passport at the airport. It was the dead of winter, but he dumped me by the side of the road and left me. The second time, Louise's dog sprained its ankle. Zachary stuffed the ring back into its box and rushed to the animal hospital to accompany her. Every time I argue with him about it, he declares nonchalantly, "We can get married anytime, but I can't let Louise be upset." Everyone around us agrees with him, saying that we're all family anyway, so I shouldn't be so petty. None of them has seen Zachary and Louise kissing fiercely on the dance floor. Today is the seventh wedding ceremony. Once again, he turns to leave after getting a call. I grab the corner of his shirt and say in a choked voice, "If you leave this time, Zachary, I won't marry you anymore." He stops in his tracks and peels off my fingers. "Wait for me," he says before rushing off. What he doesn't know is that this time, I won't be waiting for him any longer.

My bestie Kenna and I were the fated mates of the two most powerful Alpha brothers in the Dark Moon pack. I was mated to the Head Alpha, Cade. Kenna was mated to his brother, Rhys. On our mating anniversary, a bloody package reeking of Rogues arrived. It was from Cade’s childhood friend, Lilah. The feral scent shocked my body into premature labor. Kenna rushed me to the pack’s private medical center. But the labor triggered a fatal condition: “Moon Eclipse Sickness.” My life force was draining away. With my last bit of strength, I used our mind-link to beg my Alpha for help. His furious voice was my only answer. “You’re faking this just because I missed our anniversary? Lilah’s rare silver hound is giving birth, and it’s dangerous. Don’t cause trouble for me now!” In the end, it was Kenna who drained her own wolf’s spirit to save me. I barely survived. But the pup I delivered was rushed to emergency care, too weak from my fading life force. Her eyes bloodshot, Kenna contacted her mate, Rhys. She begged him for "Moonflower Dew"—a serum from his own company that could save our baby. "Lilah's hound is weak after giving birth. I’m busy making a special formula for it. You and Evelyn are two of a kind. Always stirring up trouble. First her drama, now yours." My pup died. And my heart shattered with him. “Kenna, I’m rejecting my mate bond with Cade.” “If you reject him, I reject mine. Traitors don’t deserve mates.” But when we told the Alpha brothers we were rejecting them, they felt a panic they had never known.

I was his one weakness. Don Alex, the king of New York. And I was his queen. But days before our child was due, I was thrown into the Dockside Deathmatch—a cruel game broadcast for the underground world’s entertainment. The bullets flew, hidden traps lay in wait, and my every terrified, pathetic attempt to survive was broadcast live on giant screens. Then, I heard his second-in-command on the loudspeaker. "Boss, your wife's about to pop. You sure you wanna be here?" I froze. Alex was here? A moment later, a woman’s sugary voice dripped through the speakers. "Forget that bitch. Alex told me the only thing that mattered today was being here with me. Right, honey?" It was Scarlett. The Chicago Outfit's princess. Alex's childhood sweetheart from Chicago, a woman he had always pampered and shown a distinct bias towards. He had turned down her advances for years, but he never refused her whims. Today, she was in a bad mood and insisted on watching the deathmatch, so he was here to keep her company. I screamed for Alex, begged him for help, but he was convinced I was an assassin in disguise. Because Scarlett laughed and said the game needed to be more exciting. So he pressed the button. Vicious patrol dogs hunted me. My water broke, mixing with blood on the ground. I was in agony. The game hit its climax as more dogs and gunmen closed in from all sides. Everyone was betting on who would be the next to die. Alex smiled, his voice a low, careless drawl, "I’ll bet on that filthy pregnant woman to die." He didn't know the truth until I bled out on an operating table, our child dead with me. They say the ruthless Godfather shattered. Broke completely.