Fourth Wing Fanfiction Violet And Xaden Pregnant Novels & Stories

Violet's POV I opened my eyes and I realized it was morning, rays of sunlight filtered through the blinds of the room. I was feeling giddy for the first time in a long time, I don't know how that works but I liked the feeling. I tried to move and I felt something heavy, I looked down to see Vincenzo's arm, wrapped around my abdomen, clinging onto me like a child, his breath was fanning my neck, if I was pregnant his hands would definitely be under my belly bump, I could even his d*ck throbbing my thighs.

Blythe (VoiceVoice sharp, vulnerable): "She doesn't want me beside her. Not now." Xavier: "Then go anyway." (She turns back toward the window, arms folded tightly across her chest.) Blythe: "I don't know how to be her mother anymore. Not like this. Not after the secrets. The lies. The Pyre." Xavier: "Then stop trying to be perfect. Be real. She doesn't need a queen. She needs the woman who held her through her first fever. The one who sang old war songs when the nightmares came."

I grab my pillow and sob quietly into it, pretending it was my brother. A knock makes me gasp for air but I don't move from my spot, hugging the pillow tighter as my tears refuse to stop. If Hestia was back with the cookies, I'd gladly take some. Another knock on the door makes me look up at it at the same time it opens, Anthony's face peeking around it. His expression turns alarmed as he processes my fetal position and tear soaked pillow. "Violet," He says, a sense of urgency in his voice as he closes the door behind him, "What's going on? Why are you crying?"

I want to become a Luna who can stand beside him, not a shadow hiding behind him. Every page of the diary recorded her love and devotion to me. All those details I took for granted, or never even noticed, became shining treasures under her pen. However, the further I read, the tone of the entries turned darker. [Seventh year of our bond. I received a video of him with Lily. My heart felt like it had shattered. Turns out, he isn't a sun that belongs only to me. His light shines on others too. [I'm pregnant. I wanted to tell Xavier this news and surprise him with it. But he brought Lily home. She said she's pregnant, and he looked so happy. Suddenly, I didn't want to say anything anymore.

Spooky is now part of the family, she asks me to feed him, when she remembers, I take them both on walks, I shower them both, and make sure they both take their treatment, Violet is almost done with hers, I decided to stop the dosage we're giving her, her body could function fully in our atmosphere, I don't want her to gain any more height, she's now tall enough to reach my chest. Many birthdays have come and passed, my baby is finally starting to develop a big side too, the thing with us, with our planet we agreed with the humans on taking them not to just fulfil being our little who is raised and growing up to be one of us, they are also our mates, our other half, we love them, we love the

“And what is the most pressing one?” “The issue about the Alpha having a second mate and even getting her pregnant.” Elder Adrian barked. If anyone asked me, the man was constantly after my life. I looked closely at Violet, waiting for the littlest of flinches. She didn’t even move. Her only movement was blinking her eyes, because I wasn’t even sure she was breathing. “I am not one to go deep into family history, Elder Adrian, but we both know where all your kids are coming from,” Violet said in a deadly tone.

It felt like I was suffocating, and it was excruciating. "Are you sure?" Xander was still standing at the door, his eyes darting in all directions because he was blind and didn't know where I was. "When you're done talking, can you leave my room, please?" I begged. This time in a low, soft tone. Because my chest felt like it was going to explode. Hearing that news about Alarick's marriage hurt me. I was pregnant with his child, but he married another woman and would make that woman his Luna. How tragic.

I press my lips together before spitting out, “I’m pregnant. She threatened to kill the baby. Hendrix told me to go and I did.” Phoenix, Charlie, and Violet seem the most shocked. Phoenix looks to Violet and says, “Well, that explains the sickness with no positive pregnancy test.” Her mouth twitches up into an amused smile and I look between them and say, “I hope you weren’t trying and got your hopes up.” Violet snorts, “We’re not trying.” Phoenix adds with an amused gleam in his eyes, “We’re not preventing either.” Violet rolls her eyes, “That’s true, we’re not. But we don’t really care whether or not we have kids.”

Ares shouted in my head, his voice loud as if through a megaphone. “We have to wait,” I hissed back, irritated. Usually, Ares was the sensible one, but tonight was different. “What if something happens to her? She’s your mate, Adrian!” Ares pressed, his tone insistent. “I know what I’m doing,” I replied, trying to keep my frustration in check. “You’d better not mess this up,” he growled before falling silent, though I knew he was still watching. “Keep those hands up, lover boy,” Xavier said casually. He turned Violet’s chair, making her face me. Her head remained bowed.

My core fluttered lazily around the thick reminder, milking every last drop as the bond purred contentment. The months that followed were a haze of ruling and relentless breeding. The nexus thrived under our unified glow—ley lines singing symphonies of peace and power, packs expanding across stabilized territories, allies’ bonds ironclad and joyful. My belly rounded beautifully, heavy and glowing with violet-storm light. Alexander’s hands were never far from it, stroking possessive circles while he rutted me slow and deep on our chamber furs, mindful of the growing life yet still claiming me with that same feral hunger. Ava visited often, mixing potent fertility potions that made every load