Can Alphas Get Pregnant Novels & Stories

It burst out of me. “You’re serious?” His grip tightened. “Don’t.” “You want to talk about respect? About leading by example?” I threw it back at him, “You! The Alpha who is sleeping with the daughter of his father’s Beta. Got her pregnant while still being married to me.” His face changed. His facial expressions changed instantly. “That’s different.” “Is it, Leo?” I tilted my head. “Explain how I’m listening.” “You know it is. We have a deal and you know the terms.”

"The Goddess gave her to me." "Try it." Kael's hands ignited with shadows. Dark fire that made the air feel sick and thin. "I will burn your pack to nothing. I will make sure they remember your name as the Alpha who lost everything because he couldn't keep his hands off what was mine." The Grand Hall erupted into chaos. The peace treaty was dead. And me? I was on the floor at the center of it all. Glass in my palms. Blood on my calves. Two Alphas ready to kill each other over who got to claim me.

The first is primary gender determined from birth, of which there are two types: male and female. The second is secondary gender that manifests in early adolescence, of which there are three types: alpha, omega, and beta. Also called reproductive gender. Omegas can only get pregnant from relationships with alphas, and betas can only get pregnant from relationships with alphas or other betas. And. Alphas can be female, and omegas can be male…? Wait, so does that mean anyone who’s an alpha can impregnate someone, and anyone who’s an omega can potentially get pregnant?

By the time the last sounds of the ceremony had faded from the other end of the pack house and the corridors had gone properly quiet, I had run out of things to test. I was pregnant with Dorian’s child and there was no way I was staying in this pack. The rejection alone was going to make things worse, I had already accepted that much while I was still running out of the hall with the laughter chasing me. But a pregnancy on top of it? An unmated omega with no rank and no standing, carrying the future Alpha’s child without his acknowledgment, without anyone in this pack who would lift a finger for her, without so much as a room that was actually hers? That wasn’t a life and I wasn’t going to b

things like teaching the younger wolves about pack history. "The daughter of the original Alpha wolf was given in marriage to the new Alpha of my pride." Amanda's elegant, long fingers played with the bottom of her wine glass. "She turned out to be sterile, so there were never any wolf cubs running around pride lands," she said, "but pride history says that they loved each other enough that the agreement held anyway." I tried to picture who that bride had been that had been traded. She had to be in my family tree in some way. A great-great-aunt perhaps?

I asked, watching her mood shift. "Are we still debating this? Of course I was. I can’t be pregnant for another man. You’re the Alpha, I’m the Luna. If this child belonged to another, shame would be on you, not me," she snapped, and I scoffed in return. "Well, it won’t matter anymore." Her brows furrowed. "What do you mean? You can’t replace me with Violet—the contract forbids it. Do you want to lose your property and risk rogues swarming the pack?" she challenged.

“Why would he? You left him.” I meet his eyes. “Because he doesn’t lose what he thinks belongs to him.” That gets them quiet. Everyone in this camp knows what it means when an Alpha loses his mate. Some go mad. Some destroy everything around them. And some… come looking. Brenna sighs and leans back on her stool. “You’re carrying his child, Celine. If he finds you—” “I know what he’ll do.” My voice cracks. “He’ll drag me back to Nightshade, lock me in his damn packhouse, and wait for me to give birth. Then he’ll decide what to do with me after.”

He moaned, " Your body is a piece of art. Every detail. Every fold. I can't get enough of it. " We moved together, trying to make the penetration less painful. He moved slowly into me, and I jumped up a little to catch up to his pace. Once inside, he stopped. I tried to accommodate his size. His tongue was already inside my mouth, touching every corner. We were relaxed and ready to continue. He started his slow thrusts, deep and long. I could feel myself drifting away in a sweet dream. It was not true. How could it be true? Alpha Jacob was my mate and he was inside me.

I knew that I would never be able to go back there again, and it broke my heart. I made my way to the pack house, where the Alpha was waiting for me. He could see the pain on my face and the tears in my eyes. He took my hand and led me inside. "It's going to be okay," he said softly. "I'll take care of you." I wanted to resist, to tell him that I didn't want his help, but I couldn't find the words. I was too broken and too lost. So, I stayed there, in the pack house, trying to pick up the pieces of my shattered life. The Alpha gave me a purpose, making me the head of the omegas. It wasn't what I had imagined for my life, but it was something.

I turned away from her. Pregnant. The word echoed in my head like a death sentence. I couldn't be. It was too soon. Too fast. He'd only... But wolves were different. I knew that. I'd heard stories from other humans in the breeding pens before the auction. Wolves could breed faster than humans. Their bodies worked differently. And if an Alpha claimed you... My stomach rolled, a tight, twisting knot. I’d heard women whisper about being claimed, about the ones who swelled quickly... the ones who never came back.