Deku Mpreg Novels & Stories

One day, I plan to show him how deadly I can be when I return the favor and have him tied up, beaten, and transported on a slave ship somewhere far, far away from me. “Do you think you can help her, Queen Myela?” The Grand Magus looks genuinely worried, and, for a moment, I think it is because she cares about my health until she says, “Will her obsession with the void hurt her child?” “Oh, I can definitely help her,” she crosses the room with purpose, stopping before Deklaan, “If I have your permission, I’d like to stay with your acolyte until she goes broody, to ensure the proper delivery of her egg.”

Yeah, they were thankful he’d saved their sister from Call the killer right now, but he doubted their appreciation was going to last. “Thanks,” Hunter murmured. “History of head trauma or concussions? Seizures? Passing out?” “No.” “Anything else?” Deke swallowed, waiting. Both brothers shook their head. They didn’t know. Oh, shit… Mother humping son of a bitch. The nurse started to turn away. Deke reached out to grab her arm. “One other thing.” He drew in a deep breath. “She’s pregnant.” “You lowlife snake!” Logan lunged at him. “I’m going to rip your eyes out of your skull and force-feed them to you, you bas—”

He finished his coffee and headed to Deke's place. He should probably call in case he and his new wife were busy, but Deke had insisted his door was still open. Deke lived in a townhouse he'd recently renovated when it had been breached by goblins. The newest addition was a state of the art security system that was not connected to the internet. Kel knocked and Whitney, Deke's wife, answered the door. She hugged him. "Come in. Deke's in the kitchen. You're in time for dinner."

"For paintings, Ally." She set the braid aside and leaned forward, her elbows on her knees. "Let me tell you what I know about Alpha Kael Thorne. He's ruled twelve territories for a decade. He's survived wars, challenges, and a divine curse that would have broken most wolves. He's the kind of Alpha who doesn't waste time on anything that doesn't serve his objectives." She paused. "He is not commissioning paintings."

Reggie turns in his seat and looks at me, “It’s going to be okay. We’ll keep you and your pups safe, but first order of business is to get you a grilled cheese, a banana, and a protein shake.” I can’t help but smile when he includes the protein shake into my first meal home, “How are everyone else's pups? How are Codi and Katie?” “And Musu’s pups, Inez and Deago. They were born before the Solstice. Wait until you see Katie, Kas. She looks just like Ashley,” Reggie beams. “And Codi is doing a lot better than you would think,” Milo says, “I’m sure you must have heard about Katherine. Ever since then, she is back to being like a regular toddler. Still interested in kittens but we can’t all be p

Three years ago, when I was nine-month-pregnant, my Alpha mate Derek abandoned me alone in the forest for the poor Omega I had sponsored. The rogue wolves attacked me in my vulnerable state. When I woke up again in the healing center, my pup was gone. Finally heartbroken, I left him behind. Three years later, when I appeared at a top-tier auction house, Derek’s familiar scent hit me like a punch to the gut. My hand instinctively moved to my swollen belly as Derek's eyes immediately zeroed in on it. His face twisted with rage.

Logical enough to agree to their marriage years ago so as to form an alliance between their packs and logical enough to source for other options when she realized she was infertile and would never be able to produce an heir for the Storm Pack. He had a goal and so did she. An heir to the Storm Pack. And conveniently for them, the pack sorcerer had told them the woman he was actually mated to would be capable of giving birth to that heir. “I’ll be leaving today,” Alaric let out an exhale as he rose to his feet. “You can start preparing yourself. I’ll be leaving today and I would return today too. With her by my side.” “Good. Stay safe and return soon.”

The crowd waited. "I am therefore pleased to have you in my mate as my mate and the father of my children," he caressed the bump. Sawyer exhaled heavily. "You're even more beautiful than when I found you, looking lost in that dark alleyway. I'm glad to have saved you. I, Alpha Daniel Sturm accept you, Sawyer Rivers as my mate and Luna Consort of the Blue Moon Pack. You shall birth my heirs and be installed the title of grand Luna Consort. I love you, Sawyer."

He explains gently, as to not work my mother into another frenzy, telling her his plan for us to move onto pack land so we are both cared for and have the appropriate support during the stress of the coming months. I just sit here on the arm of mum’s arm chair, thinking through the events of the past few weeks, trying to make sense of the messed up situation. Deacon was my boyfriend. My first love. I was pregnant with his baby, and by what he’s told me I’m due in just over 9 weeks due to the advanced growth of the baby due to his wolf genetics. My baby boy was the future heir to the Alpha title of Deacon’s pack- after Deacon of course.

"But Aria was right to warn you. Phoenix pregnancies are complicated. The fire in your blood will affect them. They might manifest abilities early. In the womb, even. We'll need to monitor carefully." That evening, I found Derek in our room, sketching battle plans that I knew were just his way of keeping his hands busy when his mind raced. The cup of tea in his hand trembled slightly—he already knew something was coming. "Derek." He looked up. Set the cup down carefully. "I'm pregnant." The cup slipped from his fingers anyway, shattering against the floor. He stared at the spreading liquid for a heartbeat, two, then crossed the room in three strides and lifted me off my feet, spinning until