Kelianne Pregnant Novels & Stories

When I saw that it was Kate, I hissed and was about to scroll away but my hand froze when I heard her say those words. "I am pregnant with Killian Lockwood's child." I stepped back a little in shock. What is this?. "Alex, I promise you, this pregnancy is not mine. I need you to trust me on this." Killian said from behind me. I didn't even know when he came out of the swimming pool. I chuckled softly and turned around to look at him.

"Is she all right? " "Stable," he said. "And her pups same." Something moved across Vivienne's face. "Pups," she said. "She's. Briar is pregnant?" Vivienne turned her head toward the bed. Her eyes widened as they landed on Briar’s stomach. "Wait. Briar. Are you... are you pregnant? Oh my goddess. You are carrying Killian’s child?" Briar heard Vivienne's surprise and thought: she already knew. She has known for days.

She watched the man she had loved get married to another woman. Then, at the end of the ceremony, after they were announced as husband and wife, Vanessa took the microphone. "I have a special announcement!" Vanessa said, her voice loud and happy. "Killian and I are not just husband and wife today... we are going to be parents! I'm pregnant!" The church erupted in cheers and applause. Alfredo looked like the happiest man in the world. Calla felt like someone had punched her in the stomach. Her body shook. She held onto the chair in front of her to steady herself.

I hadn't said a word about the pregnancy. "You... you know?" I stammered, my hand flying to my midsection. A dark, slow smirk spread across Killian’s face—one that didn't reach his cold eyes. "I’ve had a tail on you since the night you left my estate, Little Bird. I know about the pharmacy visit. I know about the clinic under the name 'Sarah Miller.' I know about the heartbeat." He dropped to one knee, much like he had in the library, but this time his hand moved with reverent authority to rest directly over my womb. The heat of his palm seeped through the silver sequins of my dress.

“Mathew’s still working on your closed case. We’re this close to trapping Davina. The plan is working.” “Raisel is pregnant. With my child,” I said, barely above a whisper. “She’s alone. I need to be with her.” “So, she told you,” Killian said evenly. “You knew?” I asked, but his silence spoke for him. “How far along is she?” I pushed. He hesitated. I grabbed his collar and yanked him toward me, anger flashing through my veins. “If you’re thinking of forcing her into an abortion, it’s not even possible—it’s been over four months,” he said firmly.

I’m conflicted, and I have to bite my tongue from saying a word as Helga and Nellie help me get dressed for the day. They don’t even know about the pregnancy. Kane and I both agreed not to tell anyone else until I’m past the first trimester. According to the doctor, I won’t even be showing until then, so neither of my maids should notice anything.

Elena (Four Months later...) Time had found a way to both fly by and stand still simultaneously. It had reached a point in which I could no longer hide the fact that I was pregnant. This unsettling situation led to a long thinking session in Killian’s office. What on earth was I going to say to people from now until my delivery date? It was nearly time to head home before Killian’s head lifted up. “I’ve got an idea.” I perked up. “Really? What is it?”

They took her to the city hospital under guard. Kelvin followed and waited for hours. Finally, a doctor came out. “Are you family?” the doctor asked. “I’m her ex-husband,” Kelvin said. The doctor nodded. “She’s stable. She fainted from exhaustion and stress. But we ran some tests.” “She’s pregnant. Eight weeks along.” “Pregnant?” Kelvin felt like he'd been punched in the gut. “Yes. The fetus is healthy.” Kelvin’s mind raced. Eight weeks. The timeline was clear. The child was not his.

And now, she was pregnant with another man's pup? "She... She is pregnant?" Kellan swallowed, feeling a slight sting at the corner of his eye. "Yes, she is," Reagan replied, turning in the Alpha's direction for his approval. "Yes. She can be excused." Randall approved with a nod.

No. "Marcelline Odette was seven months pregnant," Kenneth continued, voice taking on a storyteller's cadence. "Healthy pregnancy. No complications. Her husband—Rowan Adair, I believe you know him?—was away on business. Extended trip. Europe, if I recall correctly." Selene's hands clenched into fists inside her pockets. "And then," Kenneth said softly, "tragedy struck. She lost the baby. Sudden. Unexpected. Devastating."