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.

Sharp perfume, sharper eyes. “Heartless. Wicked,” she hissed. “Absolutely unhinged. Have you lost your mind?” “I…she….” “You’ve been acting crazy,” she cut me off. “After all, Damian finally brought someone Amara can call mother, and you nearly killed your own child. Do you even understand what’s happening to you?” I froze. The words from the hospital echoed in my head: Cognitive Identity Regression Disorder. They said I forget myself, lose control. But never not my daughter. Never her.

A thread of unease stirred in his chest — though he couldn't explain why. I stood at the Alpha's side, eyes lowered, looking at no one. "I'm sure you all know why I've called you here." One short sentence, and every wolf in the hall locked their gaze on Theodore, envy written plainly on their faces. Everyone knew he was the Alpha's favorite. "But first, I'd like to announce something. I've chosen a mate for Seraphina from among you." The Alpha took my hand with a smile. Before he could name anyone, disgust surfaced on Theodore's face and he blurted out: "Father, the one I love is Sophia."

“He listens, and he makes sure I’m eating, and he’s spent the night, though not every night, as you guys know because you're there some nights. We – we kiss. But nothing more.” “Sounds like you guys are taking it nice and easy,” Mia said gently. “Getting to know each other again?” “Yeah.” Maggie exhaled. “And he and his Dad are so busy with the restaurant, and I want to get back to work on the apsaras next week.” She swallowed. “After the funeral.” Her friends reached out and held her hands. “You sure?” Katie said. “That’s not too soon?”

I’m excited to meet my son, but boy, I wish Kian were here with me, with us. I lie on my side and grab my phone, searching for the Lake Moon Pack. I find everything I need. I look for Margo’s popular page and go through her recent posts. Finally, I come across an article about Kian and me. Margo writes that the Alpha of the Lake Moon Pack has found his lovely mate, the “rogue royalty.” “Rogue royalty?” I scoff. I continue reading. The article details how Kian initially denied me, later regretted it, and then began pursuing me to be his mate and Luna. There’s a picture of us together, the one Margo insisted we take on our way to the hospital.