Impregnation Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I deadpanned. Dan suddenly slouched his shoulder and let out an insane laugh. "Because I know something that you don't." He said in a very creepy voice. "What do you know?" I rolled my eyes. Dan let out a menacing laugh. "Oh, Princess. We, beastmen, can imprint on people to become our potential mate. There would be several signs of it for the beastmen. The recipient only needs to accept the sender's feelings for them to become our mates." "Thanks for the trivia?" I said. Unsure what a fool is talking about. Suddenly, the music was changing.

They will take no time in manufacturing a litter of pups ! “Noooooo,” I immediately said and earned a growl from San. “Wait a sec ! You called me here and seduced me to let Titan impregnate you ?” I asked incredulously. “Of course lover boy,” San chuckled and then commanded in her Alpha voice, “TITAN NOW !” What the hell is happening ? And before I knew it, the traitor inside me took control and quickly flipped my mate so that she was the one who was pinned to the door now.

Never had I thought Haley would lay a hand on me! Caught off guard, I stumbled and fell. My cheek was burning red and swollen. I was utterly humiliated. "How dare you hit me?" I growled. "What's to stop me? Back in school, you impersonated me, saying you were the rich daughter of a tycoon. Now, you're spreading rumors that my husband doesn't own this villa! You're asking for trouble!"

Every time I saw him, my chest tightened, beating faster and faster, beyond my control. At first, I kept telling myself I didn’t want this. That I wanted the rejection, that I wanted him to let me go. But deep down, I knew I was lying to myself. I knew it was the mating bond at play, pulling me closer to him no matter how hard I tried to fight it. And the more I tried to shake it off, the stronger it seemed to grow. He’s given me freedom, real freedom. I can move around the estate without guards now, without anyone trailing behind me. But even with that, I still feel strange, like I’m living someone else’s life. Everything has changed so suddenly that I hardly know where to fit in anymore.

Dipping the quill once more, I wrote by lamplight, the words flowing like a confession to the old gods. *The bond is complete, and with it, a fire I thought long extinguished. She marked me not in heat's frenzy but in deliberate choice, her tears mingling with resolve. I see the northern cabin in my dreams now, not as a solitary retreat, but a home. Pups with her fire, learning the rites under starlit skies. But Marcus looms—a jealous shadow, his possessiveness a threat to what we've built. The board will convene, and I'll stand unyielding. For her. For us.*

We collapsed in a sweaty heap, my dick still twitching inside her, plugged in her warmth. As the haze cleared a bit, I pulled out slowly, watching my cum gush from her wrecked pussy, pooling on the bed. She rolled over, tracing a finger over the rune on my chest, which now glowed brighter. "Every load you dump in me binds you closer, lover. Ember feels it all—your betrayal, your lust." My stomach twisted, the horniness sated but guilt hitting me like a punch to the gut.

He could still feel the ghost of that last kiss, raw and desperate, burning through his thoughts like a flame he couldn’t extinguish. He stopped by the window, staring out at the city below - a sprawling maze of light and darkness. She’s out there, and I’m supposed to protect her. But how? The question clawed at him relentlessly. Jeremy’s thoughts turned to something ancient and profound - imprinting. The bond that could seal their fates together, binding two souls so closely that harm to one echoed through the other’s very being. If I imprint on her, no one could touch her without tearing through me, he mused. The protection would be absolute. The connection, eternal.

My fingers tightened around the counter’s edge, the memory of the imprint—mate—echoing in my head. “I imprinted on her,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “At the hospital, when she stitched me up.” Jarred’s jaw dropped, his silver eyes wide with disbelief. “That’s impossible, man. You had Rachel. And Anna’s got Damon, right? Two mates? No way.” “I thought so too,” I said, rubbing my jaw, the stitches in my shoulder aching. “But it happened. Felt it clear as day. She felt it too.”