Mpreg Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Megan's Pov What do you do the morning after an intense make-out? I woke up with a groan, my heart slamming in my chest as I looked around, Vinn wasn’t here, maybe that was a good thing. I didn’t know how to react not after how I had acted last night with him. I didn’t want to think about the weird dream that I had, a memory that shouldn’t even be brought to light. An image that I thought I had forgotten. Between moving through foster care and homes, I had made my fair share of memories. Things I would like to forget.

That's when my fantasies changed and my body betrayed me. I cough as another round of shivers rack my body. It doesn't stop the memories from filling my mind. Meagan's smile and her love for life. Meagan so frail at the end. Her cold, shaky hand on mine when she asked for my promise to look after Tahr. She cared nothing about the pain-only cared about her beloved dragon.

My room is in my father's house in Green Forest. "Why, mother, why are we here?" She walked towards me and placed a hand on my forehead. "Oh dear, you're burning up. You have a fever. I don't think the engagement can be held today." Engagement? What engagement and what is going on? What about the Alpha King? "This is a dream." "Why honey? Do you want this to be a dream? I know you're very excited about the engagement. I was too, but it can't hold, with you in this state."

Perhaps in their next lives, they would be born into loving families. Our negotiations with the Southern Pack concluded successfully. Derek and I secured a lucrative deal for healing herbs, significantly strengthening our pack's resources. Back at home, we celebrated with drinks. As the alcohol took effect, Derek asked me: "Now that Ethan is dead, will you mourn him?" Through my drunken haze, for just a moment, I seemed to see Ethan and me on the day we took our mating ceremony photos. Our heads leaning together, full of beautiful hopes for our future life. When I opened my eyes again, I realized it was just an alcohol-induced hallucination.

In our free time, Maria, Haley's mother, and I would gather for meals and chat. The past seemed like just a dream. Only the scar on my chest reminded me it was all real. While I was enjoying my peaceful life, Alexander had gone mad searching for me. Maria had specifically instructed the hospital not to reveal my surgery to Kane. These days, Alexander refused to go to the hospital or leave the house, drinking heavily. No matter how many times his father called, begging him to pull himself together, he ignored her. Until he saw a familiar figure in a travel news photo feed on the pack website...

We’ll have to look into how many times the second daughter has been mated outside of the Fianna pack. I guess our generation has it hard when it comes to mates. It really makes me wonder what’s going on outside of our view. Gideon and Amelie, An Jieun and me, Rylie and the MacCumhail female—none of these fated pairs are simple. I know what Ithildin told us, but I feel it; it’s bigger. More is coming the gods are preparing us for something. As this realization hit me, my whole body tingled, and my senses went into overdrive. I felt Rafe trying to calm me down. “Hey man, you OK?” Rylie nudged me.

“If you didn't always love me, why did you pass on the engagement ring you used to propose to me over to your ex-wife? Wasn't that because you couldn't let go of my memories?” “She is not my ex-wife. Megan Prescott is my wife, okay? I wronged her. I didn't love her right and now I terribly regret that. All I want is for her to forgive me, and I'm going to do whatever it takes to win her back.” He defensively yelled at me.

Margie replied while she stirred the spaghetty in her plate a bit, and she began to eat it slowly. "Wait, you have your pack merged with his, don't you? any reason why you did it?" Bastian could not hold up his tongue although he shouldn't ask a few other details regarding on the Luna of Brown Iris Pack. Margie stared at him deeply and explained, "It's because my dad's retirement. At the same moment, I was around twenty-five years old, and my parents knew Xavier's. That's how my pack was merged with his. To be honest, it is useless."

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.”

Ming added and they all laughed. "How’s your husband? What does he do"? Steph asked him, wrapping his arms around his cute boyfriend. "Ohh. He is Jeremy Royce Prescott, a Heart specialist. He was my university mate and old friend. We got married just 4 months back". Magnus told him. Steph just looked at his watch and turned to Ming. "Baby I got to go. Will you wait for me or going home"? "If you don’t mind and Magnus has some time. Can we stay here"? Ming asked Magnus and he nodded thinking for a while. He had switched his phone off. And he still wasn’t calm enough to face Jer.