Mpreg Fanfic Novels & Stories

Felix said and rubbed the back of his head. “What are you doing?” I asked Megan. “I’m just looking at all my options,” she said. “Now she’s my kind of girl,” Felix said as I glared at him again. “What options? There are no options, there’s me, only me,” he said. “When did you turn into such a jealous bastard?” Felix asked me. “The day he realized I was his bonded half,” Megan said. “It’s not like I can help it,” I said and looked out of the window and ignored them.

It will be nice to hear her voice, to give me a good reminder of why I am doing this. ***** (Margie POV) Today is the day. I am very happy and excited. I, of course, wish that James was marrying Stephanie and not Sheila, but Sheila will be a good luna too. I cannot wait to meet little Stephan or Stephanie. My only concern is whether Stephanie’s death has permanently damaged James. I have seen how much he has been drinking and staying out late the last couple of weeks. I hope that lifestyle of his ends once he and Sheila are married and marked. If not, we may need to consider Randall picking a different heir for the pack anyway.

But even then, he lingered a fraction longer than necessary, and my wolf snarled again. “I said I’m not jealous,” I muttered, though it sounded unconvincing even to my own ears. Marigold—Margaux—crossed her arms, sass dripping from her every word. “Well, if you’re not jealous, then you shouldn’t mind me pretending to be madly in love with the prince. It’s all acting, right? Just like when Sugar made me scream at a pair of Louboutins last night.” “Exactly,” Sugar said smugly, clearly enjoying herself far too much. “Alpha Gregor, perhaps you should go…walk off your wolf. Take a lap. Or ten.”

"Shall we get started?" Aria shews Greg out and we start working on Bren and Gloria’s hair. “Is it weird for you two?” Gloria asks. Aria and I both look at each other in bewilderment. “Is what weird for us?” Aria asks Gloria. “The whole Greg thing.” Gloria says and rolls her eyes as if to say, “Duh!” There was no weirdness on my end, but I often wondered if Aria wasn’t as okay with me and Greg as she seemed to be. Aria smiles at me and says, “No. I had a mate before Greg and have a child from that union. We all have our pasts, and I wouldn’t change a thing. I miss my mate but am grateful for Greg. He’s very different from Roger, but it’s a good different.”

And a searing burn on my skin that I knew instantly was my mate’s imprint. But Emeric… he didn’t even look me in the eye. And afterwards he looked devastated, realizing he’d slept with his secretary in a stoned delirium… and he asked me to leave. “Did you feel anything?” I had to ask before I walked out. “I felt nothing,” was his answer. All at once I understood. It was a rare one-way mate connection. Yes, Emeric was my mate—but I wasn’t his. Even after all these years, Emeric still doesn’t see us as being in a relationship. But I have a feeling everything’s about to change.

That was our arrangement and it had kept me fed for two years and I was grateful for it in the wordless way you are grateful for things that ask nothing of you. The other kitchen girls had one topic. “He looked at me during sparring.” Priya again. Priya always. She had been quietly constructing a fantasy around Damien Blackthorn for the better part of a year and she tended it like a garden. “Directly at me. I felt it.” “You feel everything,” someone muttered. “Not like that. This was different.” I chopped. Onions, which was convenient, because my eyes were already red and nobody would ask.

She is the wife of Ronald, Regina’s second oldest brother, and mother of the six-year-old twin flower girls. “Don’t tell me you’re imparting some knowledge too, Mags…” Raffy’s wife smiled. Maggie is a phlebotomist who works at the hospital and is a mother to a 6-year-old boy. “Sex on your wedding night will be much more thrilling because of the absence. That is if you make it.” The older women laughed as if remembering something about their wedding nights. “Let me tell you this,” Carmen adds, “Don’t drink too much if you want to have sex that same night.”

---Miguel’s POV--- Watching Meri walked up the stairs, I wondered where she was going. I really didn’t like her being alone right now. For a lot could happen, especially a reminisce. Though I know Crispin can’t wait for her to remember, for it tightens their relationship even though it will confuse her. *I know Crispin wants to be her everything, but I really don’t think he is. In fact, I think he holds her back and makes her an easier target.*

Marenza looked at me, “I thought you wanted Damien as a mate? Isn't he your best friend?” “Bastard cheated on the poor girl…” Regan said with a mouth full of chicken. He acted so differently in doors, no one would believe he was a blood thirsty general standing by Alpha Xander. “Ha!” Marenza snorted, “I'm sorry sweetie but I never trusted his looks.” She looked at Regan, “you owe me right?” Regan sighed “later.” What's going on? I appreciate the fact that Marenza didn't make a case out of the situation but I was confused. Did she expect this? They knew?

Reggie said sadly. “Well, we’re gonna make the most of them. Conric’s makin’ plans so she gets to do everything. Our friends are gonna help, too. I’ll see you out there. Have you fed?” “Yeah. Rao and Serena fed me before dinner. I’m all set for energy.” She smiled softly. “Good.” I nodded and went to my apartment. Since Reggie was needing a male and female partner, I wasn’t on the menu anymore. I hoped she’d be willing to be with me once she wasn’t needing the mixed energy anymore. It was painful and not.