I Got My Teacher Pregnant Novels & Stories

As a daughter of Alpha, Amelia Cambell has a bright future. A wealthy family, a best friend in school, and a handsome boyfriend who is the dream of every girl - Ben Harwood. Though her parents didn't like Ben, Amelia was so in love with Ben, and she deeply believed that they were meant to be together. Even sometimes she feels like Ben has almost control over her life, but she ignores them like a girl in love. With her bestie Emily's influence, she decided to give her virginity to Ben at the night of Emily's. birthday party. However, what she didn't expect is that she accidentally slept with another man. Even worse, two months later, she found out she got pregnant by that stranger. At last, she got to know about Emily evil plan and her being ben mate. But Amelia got broke when her own father banished her from the pack. Six years later. Without anyone help, Amelia raises her twins Alec and Ethan by working as a service worker at a 5-star chain hotel. Today, the hotel manager informed her that there will be a Vip customer having business lunch at the hotel, so all service needs to stand by at 9 am. Due to being late for work, the manager ordered her to serve alcohol to the VIP room rather than prepare the dining room. When Amelia knocked on the door for room service, the Alpha had just finished a shower. They both found out they are mates. At the end, the Alpha marked her and then reject when he knows about her children. But what happen when he turns out to be same Alpha with whom Amelia lose her virginity year's ago.

My mother-in-law needed blood when she fell down the stairs and suffered major blood loss. The doctors were worried that the blood bank did not have enough of her blood type, so I called Rebecca Chilton on the phone to get her to hurry to the hospital to help her mother. Fortunately, she arrived on time, and my mother-in-law was saved and was no longer in danger. Before I could relax, I found out another piece of bad news. When Rebecca was not by his side, her severely depressed crush jumped off the building. It happened not long after she left for the hospital. Rebecca was filled with regret and blamed me for everything, so she pushed me off the building as well. When I opened my eyes again, I found out I had been reborn. This time, I decided to respect her choice, but she ended up regretting it instead.

I froze to death alone in the endless snow, my wolf core brutally crushed by Kalen Blackrock—the fated Alpha I’d given my entire life, my loyalty, my heart to. When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn. It was the exact day he’d planned to publicly reject me, the day that broke my past life before it even began. This time, I didn’t wait for his cruelty. I smiled, ripped our sacred mate bond to shreds before he could utter a single word, and said flatly, “I don’t want you anymore, Kalen Blackrock.” He’s the most powerful Alpha alive, feared by every pack across the werewolf world. But the moment I turned and walked away, he broke. He groveled, he begged, he laid his entire kingdom at my feet, desperate to earn back the love he’d thrown away. But it’s too late. I’ve found my true destiny: I am the Moon Goddess’s chosen heir, the only one who can save our dying world. I was never meant to be his Luna. I was born to be their Queen.

My name is Elena, and I died at twenty-two. My parents forced me to take my foster sister’s place and traded me for a territorial alliance. My mate was the most volatile heir of the wolf packs. Beaten bloody and fading fast, I made my eighth call for help. At my adopted sister Seraphina’s birthday party, she played the recording of my final, groveling plea—and laughed. My parents listened to those desperate calls with nothing but irritation, dismissing each one as theatrics, an inconvenience unworthy of their time. My brother snarled over the phone, “Then just die already!” So I did. In the end, it was my three-year-old daughter who made the final call—using her smartwatch to video my mother, live-streaming the freezer where my severed head lay. Now, my spirit watches from above as they all, one by one, begin to unravel.

I went abroad for three years to build a lab and save my husband's company from collapse. After endless struggles, I finally cracked the technical problems and developed the core technology. When I returned home with that breakthrough, I saw the airport video board plastered with the same impossible headline—my husband was getting married. I felt a hot, furious ache and took a taxi straight to the venue. … A woman who had cared for our household for years blocked me at the gate and sneered. "Who do you think you are, showing up at the Stone family's wedding? Get out of here, or I'll get security to throw you out." For a moment, I stood rooted, but then the bride appeared, walking out of the villa in a wedding gown. It was the woman Adrian Stone had once told me was dead—his first love, Evelyn Sutton. She wore my wedding ring on her finger and looked at me with pure contempt. "You want to make a scene at my wedding?" she said. "If you do, you're really asking for trouble. My husband, Adrian, won't hesitate to take care of you." I folded my arms and let out a cold laugh. "Adrian's getting married? Funny, I don't recall getting an invitation."

"Sign the papers, Serenity. I don't love you." Those were the last words Jackson said to me before he threw me out of his villa. He chose his first love over his pregnant wife. I left with a broken heart, hiding the secret of the twins growing in my belly. Five years later, I returned as a top jewelry designer. But why is my ex-husband blocking my way, looking at my children with red eyes? "Serenity, are they mine?" I smiled coldly. "No, Mr. Billionaire. They call another man Daddy now."

Every tear I shed feeds his ego. Every whimper, his pride. Every bruise he leaves behind, his silent claim over me. He takes me cold. Leaves me ruined. And I wait - quiet, breathless, for the next time he comes back to break me again. He thinks he has me in the palm of his hand. Thinks I’m nothing without him. A fragile wife, meek, obedient. A weakness he never needed. I let him believe it. I never tried to break the illusion. As long as I have his hands on me, As long as his shadows reach for me, That’s enough. But in the dark, daggers roam. And with every sound my heels make, they fall. He still thinks I’m glass, But he hasn’t heard me shatter.

For five years, I've been the perfect Luna in the eyes of Ian Stormfang, the Alpha of the Shadowmoon pack. But then, he starts favoring an Omega called Perla Blackwood and allows her to carve her name beside the silver moon tattoo over his heart. That tattoo had once been the mark of the vow he made with his soul to love me forever. The members of the pack mock me for being naive in love. They are all waiting to watch me lose control in hysterics. Perla even sends me a message, urging me to step aside. She writes, "Alpha Ian says he's bored of you. Even in bed, you only know two positions—front and back. I'm right, aren't I, my noble Luna?" I do not bother to reply at all. Instead, I send a message to the rogue at the border. I text, "Help me leave the pack and make sure Alpha Ian can never find me again."

One year had gone by since my husband got married to me. I went back to the company for a celebration party. I'd just taken my seat when a woman with a Cartier ring around her finger splashed a glass of red wine in my face. "That's the chairman's seat, you slut! Who are you? How dare you take his seat!" The guests surrounded me and grabbed my hands and feet. Someone even kicked me down to the ground. I held my fury back. "I'm the chairman's wife! Matthew Grayson is my husband!" The woman yanked my hair and sneered at me. "So, you're the bitch he's forced to marry. He's already generous enough, letting you marry him. You live on his money, and now you're trying to steal his place and be the boss. I know sluts like you know no shame! Guards, throw her out!" I laughed mirthlessly. The man who leeched off me thought he could call the shots now. Still, I kept my fury in check and called his number. "Hello, Matthew. Did you tell everyone I lived on your money and that you're the boss of the company?"

On our anniversary, my husband, James Marshall, purchased a painting as a gift for me with my secondary credit card. When I got home, I went to my study to retrieve an urgent court document. The door was slightly ajar. Inside, I could hear the flirtatious voice of my assistant, Julie Summers, mingled with my husband’s low murmurs. “James, your wife is just a money-printing machine. What does she know about art? She could never appreciate you like I do.” James sighed. Then, in an indulgent tone, he said, “Claire is too perfect—so perfect it’s suffocating. Not like you, full of life and warmth.” Just then, my mother-in-law, Susan Marshall, called James. He put her on speakerphone. “James, you need to move faster. While Claire still trusts you, turn all her client contacts into yours. That Julie girl seems promising. She’s much easier to control than that iron-fisted career wife of yours.” I gripped the cold doorknob, listening to the pair of shameless lovers in the study and the wretched woman on the phone, and immediately drafted a divorce agreement. At the same time, I forwarded asset-protection filings for all my holdings to my legal team. “I’ll see you all in court, parasites.”