Game Of Thrones Pregnancy Novels & Stories

The proud, untouchable, and arrogant Theon Kensington looked destroyed. His eyes were bloodshot, with a hollow expression. For a long moment, neither of them spoke. Theon’s gaze moved over Rhys’ casual clothes, the hospital wristband, and the faint IV mark. Then he stood. His voice came out flat and broken. “She was pregnant.” “What? Pregnant?” Rhys’ mind went blank. ‘Pregnant? No. That didn’t make sense. They hadn’t—‘ His thoughts stopped. Because the last time he touched Lena had been months ago.

Veronica's POV: The crisp morning air embraced me as I pushed myself to the limit, engaging in yet another rigorous training session with Draco. The moon still hung high in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the training grounds. Sweat glistened on my brow as I practiced a series of swift punches, my muscles pulsating with exertion. But suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my abdomen, causing me to stumble backward in surprise. I clutched my bulging stomach, feeling the weight of my pregnancy pressing against me. Contractions. It couldn't be. I wasn't due for another three months.

Osiris asked. “No, I’ll do it now.” I called Angelina and she told me what happened. How she found out she was pregnant and shared it with Jayden, who out of safety concerns told his Beta. That she woke up, tied to her bed and with a knife to her throat and stomach. Tyrion said he would kill her baby first and then her, if she called for help. That he would throw her in the dungeon or doze her with wolfsbane, which would be lethal to her fetus. Every day he would threaten her in different ways, until suddenly he stopped a few days ago.

"You're lying. This is some sick joke." "I'm not." His eyes never left mine. "I didn't know how to tell you earlier. But you need to know before we do anything. Before I touch you." Pregnant. The word echoed in my skull. Me. Aiden Grey. Former Alpha. Heir to an empire. Pregnant. I slid down the wall, knees giving out completely. "No. No, this can't be happening. I was supposed to rule. I was supposed to be... everything."

“Yes, Alpha. I'm very much aware of the reason, and you are right to feel the way you do. And that is because she looks pregnant.” “So, how do you explain that?” “Alpha, I'm not sure if you've heard of a fake pregnancy.” I raised a brow at him at once. You don't expect me to know about such a thing, do you?” “I know you don't. And that's precisely what your Luna did. A phantom pregnancy procedure. Not unless she's tested, there's no way you or anyone would have known.” I quickly walked back to the cell where Tyrion was tied in. I ordered my men to release him from the chains he was tied with, so he could explain himself properly.

"Mother." "Daughter." Lyanna's voice was warm. "I've completed the DNA verification you requested. The results confirm what I told you. I am your biological mother. Catherine Sterling was my twin sister. You are Moonborne royalty." A pause. "Now, I have news for you. My wolves have been monitoring the Blackwood territory. Kael's pack is in chaos. His wolf has gone feral. And I can smell it even from here You're pregnant." I shouldn't have been surprised. Alpha Queen senses were legendary.

She swallowed then lowered her gaze even lower, her eyes tracing his torso all the way to his feet. “I don’t need to remind you of what happened that night in the forest,” his breath hit her skin, hot and heavy. “So I don’t think I need to explain any further why I’m expecting a child from you.” “What?” Her eyes widened in an instant, Eliza immediately meeting his gaze. Her guts curled in his response, sending a wave of regret towards her as she quickly looked away from him again. “I’m not- I’m- I’m not pregnant!” “Then,” he moved his hands to her chin, forcing to meet his gaze again. “We’d simply have to get you pregnant.”

To say Just Kidding or Try Again. They didn't. All three tests sat there, a chorus of scientific certainty. My knees gave out. I didn't faint, I just... sank. I slid down the cabinet door until I hit the cold tile floor. I pulled my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around them, rocking slightly. Pregnant. With Noah West's baby. From one night. One mistake. One moment where we forgot who we were and just let ourselves be. Nine months from now, there would be a child. A tiny human with his dark eyes and my nose. A person who was half him and half me.

Someone who knows I'm pregnant. Someone from the Covenant. Possibly Ashcroft himself. I forward the message to Helena, Kade, and Thorne with a single word: Threat. Then I go find my son, who's now showing off his clean hands, and hold him a little tighter than usual. Seven days until we expose Ashcroft. Four days until the prenatal appointment. And someone from the Twilight Covenant knows I'm pregnant and is already calculating optimal harvesting timelines. The peace I felt at the creek evaporates. We're running out of time.

I was happy and satisfied. My life was going great. I felt full of love and laughter. After Rhaegar’s coronation as king and I as Queen last year, I discovered I was pregnant. It wasn’t planned, but we welcomed our little blessing: Elara Silvius. She is the most beautiful baby in the world, with thick golden hair like mine and her father’s deep blue eyes. So much has happened in these two years. Kiyana and Nate welcomed their first child, Solena, just a month before Elara arrived. The baby girls are best friends already; people sometimes mistake them for twins.