Harry Potter Mpreg Novels & Stories

The two packs had been close since their fathers’ generation, and Harry and Chloe had grown up together as childhood friends. Two years ago, the Fangtooth Pack had been targeted by the leader of the rogue wolves, leading to a devastating war. If not for the Blackmoon Pack stepping in, Fangtooth might have been destroyed or at least crippled. Half a month ago, Chloe had come to Harry in secret. “I’m pregnant. I don’t know who the father is. Only you can help me now.” Harry agreed to her request and promised to make her his Luna. However, there had been one condition.

The village chief was shocked. Did she have a misunderstanding? Harry was the heir of the Cogen family and had tens of listed companies under his name. How was he not good enough for her?

“I wasn't aware that my secondary gender had changed and ended up getting pregnant but that doesn't mean I'm going to give up on my child“ He continues. “And as selfish as it sounds, I need Arthur's pherhormones for my child to develop fully so I have no intentions of giving up on Arthur either“ “There you have it, Charles“ Figgly says. “It's all against you. Majority wins“ “Do whatever you want but you're all going to regret this later“ Charles warns. “Mark my word“ Then, he angrily storms out of the pack's ancestral hall. “Well, congratulations Arthur, you've finally gotten what you've always wanted“ Monroe says, patting my shoulder. His gaze then darts off to Aedan. “And you, congratulati

Walking slowly as he made his way to the royal residence. I refuse to weep over this, damn it! He blinked with anger, forcing back the persistent wetness. Too many impossibilities had happened these days. Too many legends were being rewritten. They were too old for the world to be changing this much. Because in what realm, what time, what magic, does a female get pregnant from a mini heat? In what world does a Urekai sire a child outside of a mating bond? Is this dark magic? Was it Urekai spell, or was a mage involved?

One stupid woman even said she would willingly give herself to him and make babies with him if he just gave her a glance. I also found out that he was the infamous Morgan Wright, the CEO of Wright Corporation and the heir to the Wright Empire. Before my uncle finished making his call, the whispers around me had already given me a vague impression of the handsome man, and I had also come to the conclusion; he was an arrogant jerk.

And however many times she opened her eyes, reality, she was forced to admit, persisted. "Pregnant," she whispered, the word all too foreign on her lips. She didn't even know who was speaking anymore. "How could I let this happen?" All of it came back now, flooding into her head, intoxicating anonymity, the gaze of fire under the mask, a racing heartbeat against their kiss, and an utter feeling of being another person altogether. Never had she felt that free, even for just one night. Now she felt more like her liberation was some faraway dream smashed by undeniable truths in her hands.

"She's pregnant, Harry." Harry went still. His face was blank. Indianna could tell he was having an internal battle. His eyes were changing from black to normal colour. "Are you sure?" "Yes," Indianna whispered. "Harry-" "Respectfully, Indie, fuck off," Harry growled. "Because I'm going to punch something and I would not like it to be you." "Harry-" "I will hurt you if you don't leave!" Harry shouted. His eyes were fully black. His wolf was taking over. "Indianna, get out of my sight. Now!"

There, I took off my coat, and a half-foot-long gash on my arm was still bleeding, cut by a dagger during the chaos earlier. I poured whiskey over the wound, trembling from the pain, but kept one hand protectively over my belly. I whispered, "Be strong, my child..." Outside the door, I heard Marco's gentle murmurs to Fiore. "Don't worry. I already switched the vitamins that the old hag takes with birth control. I swear to God, she'll never carry my child. Not in this lifetime." I sneered. My hands kept moving–of course I knew he had switched the pills.

"Xavier, that’s... that’s high treason if we get caught. We'd be fooling the Supreme Council." "Do you want to lose your son?" he asked bluntly. "Never." "Then we have no choice," he said, taking my shoulders. "I can synthesize a blood type that matches yours perfectly, strip it of any genetic markers that would link to Lucien. Or we use a donor with no magical ancestry. We swap the samples before the trial. The relic reads 'clean' blood, sees no child, and grants the divorce." I looked at him, my heart hammering against my ribs. It was a massive gamble. If the relic rejected the blood, or if the magic detected the deception, we were both dead.

I was already irritated. "So... did they announce that Akisha is pregnant?" I asked casually. Mikee blinked. "Wait, she's pregnant?" "Yes. That was the announcement," I said lazily, spoiling the suspense. "Still, Ath... shouldn't you hug her since it's her birthday?" Mikee asked, frowning. "Nah. She's fake, and I'm hot. I can't risk it today," I said with a smirk, waving it off. Then, Charl took the mic when the host called him. “we Ladies and gentlemen! Let's hear the big news! My wife, Akisha, is seven weeks pregnant!"