Mpreg Painful Birth Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Sir, Mrs Margareth is fine, the brith was difficult, doctor Philips did everything possible, but one of the babies unfortunately the situation and passed away. Your wife is recovering well, your daughter went to the incubator to be better taken care of, she’s premature and her lungs still need intensive care.” Passed away? Died? One of my children is dead? Tears appeared without me being able to control them, I’m walking aimlessly through the reception mumbling the unhappiness I just heard, if I hadn’t ran to Maggie in fur, if she hadn’t seen all that carnage that blood bath in front of her, she wouldn’t have gotten into labor and my son would be now warm, and protected in Maggie’s belly. A

Alpha Kyle's voice echoed in my mind: "You can still run away from him, you know. It’s not too late." But it was already too late. Finn spread my legs and pressed himself into me. As he penetrated me, my whole body ignited, a fierce blaze of unspeakable shame and frustration threatening to overwhelm me. His movements grew more violent atop me, and my tears ceased. I couldn't afford to be soft and vulnerable any longer. I had to steel myself for the sake of my unborn child, even though I felt shattered into a thousand pieces. Pregnancy had rendered my body incredibly sensitive, making every squeeze and scratch unbearably painful. I squeezed my eyes shut, refusing to look at Finn, biting my li

“Margaret says I can’t shift. Can’t fight. Can’t do half the things Alphas do.” “Then we adapt. Cole can handle the physical stuff. You handle strategy. We make it work.” For the first time in months he looked alive. Hopeful. “We’re going to have a baby, Sage.” She started crying. Relief and fear and hope all mixed together. He pulled her onto his lap. Held her while she cried. The mate bond strengthened. Warming. Healing. “I’m sorry,” she said. “For everything. For taking over. For not telling you about the miscarriage. For all of it.”

And however many times she opened her eyes, reality, she was forced to admit, persisted. "Pregnant," she whispered, the word all too foreign on her lips. She didn't even know who was speaking anymore. "How could I let this happen?" All of it came back now, flooding into her head, intoxicating anonymity, the gaze of fire under the mask, a racing heartbeat against their kiss, and an utter feeling of being another person altogether. Never had she felt that free, even for just one night. Now she felt more like her liberation was some faraway dream smashed by undeniable truths in her hands.

I could see the doubt flickering in their eyes, the thought about whether to trust her or not. I gestured for her to continue. "Then tell us why you were there. Why did you come to our borders?" She nodded, before she replied. "I was born into the Blood Moon Pack." She started. "My mother died moments after giving birth to me. And my father... he blamed me for her death. Much later, he remarried when I was five.” She paused for a moment, then continued. "I was cast aside. My father’s new wife was a cruel woman and my step sister treated me like a servant in my own house. Even the Pack saw me as nothing more than an omega. I was used, humiliated, and cast aside as if I didn’t matter. And my m

The garbage sector helped more than anything else in this galaxy, but she was still five months pregnant with three babies, and her body was starting to remind her that she was not made of metal. The idea of changing the book’s ending was still too fresh, but if she could do it, she needed to try. The problem was those women. Sure, Xen was out, but what about Blake and Valerian? She sat there, trying to juggle her memory, wondering if maybe she should have focused more while reading it.

"Shsssh it okay We're here for you. Whatever you decide to do." Mara squeezed my hand. "Always." Elara smiled gently. "You're not alone in this, Mira. You never were." I looked at my friends, my heart aching with gratitude and grief. "I don't know what I'd do without you." That night, I lay in my bed in the servants' quarters staring at the ceiling. My hand rested on my stomach. There's a baby in there. His baby. His child. I couldn't believe it “hey baby if you're listening, just know that mommy loves you and my love is enough for you ok? We don't need daddy we will be fine just on our own”

The pain was excruciating, but the thought of holding my precious baby in my arms motivated me to keep going. "Regina..." I heard Richard's voice as he held my hand tightly, offering me comfort and support. I squeezed his hand back, finding solace in his presence amidst the intensity of the moment. "Just a little more," he mumbled, wiping the sweat off my forehead with a gentle touch. I took a deep breath, gathering all my strength for one final push, knowing that the end was near and soon I would meet the little miracle we had created together.

“You pretended I was just a regular, ordinary wolf.” “Yes,” she said simply. “And what about Luna Maggie?” I asked, my voice cracking slightly as I thought about the woman who gave birth to me. “Did she just throw me away?” My mother’s voice broke, and tears pooled in her eyes. “No, Kaira. She didn't throw you away. She agreed to the plan. She loved you so much that she gave you up to keep you alive.”

F********ck me. Did I give birth to an entire litter of pups from my back or something? They say childbirth is the most excruciating pain a woman will ever experience. I wouldn’t know, but it hurts pretty badly back there. ‘Ares?’. ‘Present’. She grumbles groggily, matching my mood. My back hurts like a b*tch, and I am so sleepy. Such a bad combination.