Mom Son Impregnate Novels & Stories

Malachi’s pov “What the fuck did you just say?” Wow, the words that come out of this woman’s mouth. “Will you marry me, Kennedy?” “Get up, asshole.” She said, shaking her head in disappointment. This was not how I envisioned asking anyone to marry me, but getting someone pregnant after hiding from a shooter wasn’t really something I thought would happen either. I had been trying to get in contact with Kennedy for days, trying everything I could to make things right. Now that the news was out, I had to explain to Momma that I had a three-year-old son and another baby on the way.

MARK I tried to call Vector, but his cell number kept going to voicemail. “Damn, Vector, why do you have to be unavailable now?” I asked myself in exasperation. Mona and her parents were still in my freaking living room, refusing to leave, and I didn’t know what else to do. It wasn’t even being here that made me exasperated. It was the statement from Mona’s father. “You have gotten our daughter pregnant, and the only acceptable thing to do is get married to her even before the bump starts showing.”

She spots the mint out of her mouth. "You're not pregnant." There is instant relief hearing these words. I cannot explain how grateful I am. I just had to make sure nothing came out of the next encounter with Liam. Then I'd be free. Absolutely free of this hell. "Report to the alpha that she's in her fertile window. It'd be best to take action with 2 days if she must conceive." Werewolf births were hard. Many had at most 2 children. Those who surpassed that were either ordinaries or omegas with subpar bloodline.

Aside from my toys, I haven't had sex with another man since my pregnancy and my baby, Marc. "You need to get laid, young momma. With your hot body, no one would even know that you just have a baby. You got your implant after Marc's birth, now is your time. Look, just dip your toes, okay? You don't have to go all out tonight. You can just dance with us." Emilie tried to convince me one last time. I finally sighed and caved in. "Okay, okay... I'll try it out. I'll dip my toes. But that will be it. I have responsibilities." They all cheered for me as I got the strength and spirit back with time.

“He tried to touch me, but I refused. My mum would kill me if she found out. She always says just one touch can make me pregnant. But I know she’s lying. I only obeyed her because I was scared.” “Your mum isn’t lying,” Aunty Monica said resolutely. “How can just a touch get me pregnant? That doesn’t even make sense!” I slightly raised my voice, confused that my aunt was agreeing with my mum. “It depends on where you let him touch you,” she explained. “One touch can lead to more, and before you know it, you’re carried away by passion. You’ll forget everything your mum warned you about. In just a few minutes, it could all be over. You did well not to let Efosa touch you. After the wedding, you

He fucked her hard and deep, hand wrapped around her throat, whispering filthy breeding commands with every thrust. “This pussy belongs to Daddy. I’m going to fill you up every night until you’re carrying my child. You’re mine to breed, princess.” Monalisa came hard, her body shaking violently beneath him. Something strange flared inside her again, that same unexplained heat but she pushed the confusing feeling away. Damien roared and emptied himself deep inside her, flooding her womb with thick, hot cum. Afterward, as they lay tangled in the sheets, Damien stroked her hair almost tenderly.

He slept with me just for practice, and the milk was just to drug me. Eric was just being cruel to me! Then, someone said, "I heard your mom slapped Avery in front of the guests at the banquet—all because of her infertility." Eric scoffed and indifferently said, "It serves her right. When she drove Monica away, she should have known this was waiting for her. "I think my mom didn't even slap her hard enough!" His cold, heartless words hit me hard. So, he had known all along. He knew about all the pain and suffering I went through trying to get pregnant.

Instead, I rested my hand against my stomach and focused on the tiny life growing inside me. “My sweet girl,” I whispered softly into the darkness. “I know it’s scary right now. But I promise you… we’re going to be okay.” The wind moved gently through the trees. No answer came. Then suddenly, the mate bond pulsed painfully inside my chest. One last flicker. Like a dying flame fighting against the dark. My steps stopped instantly.