Mpreg Painful Birth Fanfiction Novels & Stories

There was no dignity left, no restraint—only the primal need to bring these children into the world. The healers moved with swift precision. “She’s progressing quickly,” one of them said, awe creeping into her voice. “The babies are… eager.” I almost laughed at that if I hadn’t been crying. Hours blurred together. Pain became my entire world—sharp, consuming, endless. I screamed. I begged. I pushed with everything I had left, my body trembling under the strain. Ryan stayed near my head, murmuring encouragement, his hand steady on my shoulder. Alpha Ryder never let go of my hand, his grip grounding me every time the world threatened to shatter.

Sigmund's POV I look at my love, Sophia as we find ourselves in the middle of a long conversation with our new mates. In order to have a healthy pregnancy, they need to be turned into weres. They seem a bit hesitant, but May jumps in first, ready to take the bullet and see just how rough it will be. We plan to make it very good for her, but she just has no idea what is coming. I really need to get it through to her, but she is not having it. She wants us to just get it done with.

“If you are watching this, it means the machine has finally stopped ticking, and my time on this wretched earth is done. Don't weep for me, girl. A creature like me doesn't deserve tears, and frankly, I am glad to finally leave the shadows behind.” Martha paused, a wet, rattling cough shaking her frail frame before she leaned back against the pillows, her expression turning profoundly solemn. “Millie I did all sorts of bad things to you during this lifetime, I even joined my mother to maltreat you when we were younger. I was jealous of you because you had everything I wanted and your life was always better than mine no matter what my mother or our father does. I regret destroying your career

"Ada, please, just tell me—" "It can be." Her voice had gone careful, measured, the tone she used with patients when she needed them calm enough to actually hear her. "The mark itself isn't harmful. But sometimes, under extreme stress — physical trauma, fear, exposure to something toxic — it can trigger what the old healers called a blood surge. The infant's body tries to process wolf instincts too early, before it's ready. It can cause exactly what we're seeing. Breathing distress. Unconsciousness."

"Now, my dear, tell me everything. Let it all out. What's been causing you so much pain?" Vivian took a deep breath, feeling the safety of her mother's presence, and began to recount her story. She spoke of her encounter with Ted, the complex emotions that had stirred within her, the moments of weakness that had led to intimacy, and the unexpected pregnancy that had thrown her life into turmoil. Her words flowed freely, guided by the understanding and support she felt from her mother. Regina listened attentively, her gaze unwavering and her heart open to her daughter's pain.

I gathered every shred of my being and I pushed, a final, desperate, all-consuming effort. This time, the birth was swift. A sudden, gushing release, and Marta was holding a wriggling, squalling pup. "Another girl!" she announced, her voice bright with triumph. "And she has a set of lungs on her, by the Maker." I collapsed back onto the pallet, utterly spent, a fresh wave of tears flowing freely. My body was a dead, aching weight. I felt empty.

I'm so proud of my mate. In twelve months, we will have a son. Our egg is beautiful and a miracle. For months after Pepper returned I wallowed with mixed feelings. Meagan's loss continued to hurt, but the joy of having Pepper as my mate and the pending birth of our child brought great joy.

he paused, coming towards me as we both looked at my leg, water rushing down. "I…I think my water just…ah…broke!" I screamed and for the first time Magnus fretted but I couldn't discern his attitude right now. "Guards!" He commanded. "Yes! Alpha!" They bowed. "Get me the werewolf doctor! Now!" He ordered. Ah! I feel weak and tired. Am I going to survive birthing this child or am I gonna die like I've always wanted from the onset?!

His face was contoured with pain like he could feel my physical pain. Soon, I was shifted in the emergency room because the doctors were prepared for any situation. The corridor was resonating with my screams. Giovanni was right beside me holding my hand and comforting me. “I am..I..am not going to..make it. This..pain is killing me.” I cried because it was worse than my first child birth. “Regina, you need to be strong. I think we need to perform a C-section for a safe delivery of the pups. Alpha, we need your consent.” The doctors said.

the voice of one of the nurses pierced my ears as pain etched itself into every part of my body. “Holy fuck!” I clenched my fists tightly, my legs pulling and twisting, my waist wracked with immense pangs. I felt pain like never before. “Please push harder,” the nurse said again, this time coming closer and holding my hand. The one person I had imagined would hold my hand while I gave birth was Marcus, but I guess life had other plans. The process of giving birth seemed to stretch on forever, but it wasn’t working. Each attempt brought more and more pain. There were complications due to the baby’s position.