Omega Mpreg Novels & Stories

An Alpha who had only become an Omega days ago. “That is impossible,” I said, voice rising. “Men do not get pregnant. I was an Alpha. How the hell can I be pregnant?” Dr. Sophia sat down beside me, her tone calm and professional. “In normal circumstances, it would be extremely rare. But your second differentiation changed everything. Your body underwent a complete restructuring of its reproductive system. The new Omega physiology is fully functional. Combined with the ninety-eight percent compatibility match with Marcus, your system was highly receptive. One heat was enough. This is biology at work in our world, Alex. It happens to Omegas, even those who transitioned later in life.”

The changes within Omega Cassian Vale accelerated with frightening speed. By day, he moved through Shadowfang Castle with practiced grace, but inside, his body was a storm of new instincts. His lower belly now held a noticeable, gentle swell when he stood naked before the mirror, the king’s heir growing steadily. His chest felt heavy and full, nipples darkened and hypersensitive, leaking sweet droplets of fluid at the slightest brush of fabric. His scent had grown impossibly rich: jasmine and honey deepened with the unmistakable fertile glow of pregnancy, a scent that made alphas turn their heads and sent his own inner omega into constant, needy awareness.

This was something much worse. My hand instinctively moved to rest over my stomach, dread ran down in my chest. The child inside me was already starting to drain my energy to survive. An Alpha pup growing in an omega’s body… it was exactly what my mother had warned me about. The kind of pregnancy that could break the mother if she wasn’t strong enough.

All of this felt like a nightmare I couldn't wake up from. “Right, so as you’re a high school student, you must be well aware of the basic Omega anatomy,” Dr. Sharpe said as she took the scanning wand in hand. “The Omega body is highly optimized for childbirth. For Betas and Alphas, pregnancy is harder and longer. The gestation period is nine to ten months for Betas, and twelve to thirteen months for Alphas. But for Omegas, it’s only four to five months. Which means the baby grows more than twice as fast compared to Betas.”

The tattered shirt was pulled down, revealing a tiny back covered in cold sweat. The desire for victory seems to be in sight, the Omega is defeated by Jackson who forces her. The Alpha himself pulled off the back of her clothes to show me her back. Now, I just need to look at Omega's back and know everything. 'Wait.' Suddenly, my eyes closed. That Omega's back ... was covered in wounds all over her skin. Wounds that were unnatural for an Omega to have. 'Is it normal for a pregnant Omega to have that many burns? And bruises everywhere?' I thought, unsure of my own eyes.

I cannot even use his sextape with Mara for now because he can just say he was hypnotized, and I will get blamed for it by Maleeka. "You know what?" Atticus dragged me back to reality. "You are stronger than other omegas; are you sure your wolf hasn’t hidden that from you as well?" He asked, and I shook my head. "My mother was an omega, actually, and so was my father." That was enough to know that I was also an omega. "Oh! You are still strong," he said, shrugging his shoulders while lying on his right side and facing me. We were in bed, facing each other silently, when I felt his leg against mine from under the blanket. I didn’t say anything and kept looking him in the eye.

Megan put an arm around Owin's neck, bent him forward and ruffled his hair. "Hey! It's new. Don't mess it up," Owin protested, laughing. I laughed along until Megan released Owin and he rushed over to me. "Dove, I'm glad you're alright. I heard about the three rogue Omegas who attacked you." "Oscar's?" Megan came up beside him. Owin nodded. We turned from the ruined tree and moved towards Connie's B&B. Megan wanted to introduce a nice werewoman to Owin but the young werewolf merely grinned and said he'd be better off with a sparring partner. He begged me to convince Megan to drop the idea and we both got scolded by Megan.

My nails dig into the edge of the page as I scan for more answers. The next section makes my stomach twist. “The only wolves capable of conceiving without the need for heat are omegas. Fertile year-round, they are essential to the continuation of the pack.” I freeze, my blood running cold. No. That can’t be right. I was never drawn to Alpha Ansel, never shied away from public appearances, never craved solitude or protection in the way omegas are described. When I was pregnant, I didn’t nest or exhibit any signs associated with omega wolves. I was content with my life as Braden’s wife—or at least I believed I was.

She continues to speak incoherently amidst sniffles and hiccups "According to our investigation, Pete, Miranda's biological father, is an Omega by birth which also makes Miranda a full-blooded Omega. Even if you couldn't tell with her human form that she's Omega, you guys want to tell me you don't recognize an Omega wolf when you see one?..." I query them further, ignoring my dad's burning glare.

I held my stomach while recalling everything, how I had begun to feel dizzy a month ago but waved it off and thought it was due to stress and all the sobbing alpha Damien had put me through. I couldn’t believe during all the time he had beaten me up I was pregnant for him but she knew. I stood up and went in front of the mirror staring at myself. “Why couldn’t I feel any connection whatsoever with this child before it died?” I said to myself as I was so confused as to why it happened to me and mostly because I had never heard of a wolf mother not feeling the connection with her unborn child and that's when I remember…I was a weak omega, I couldn't help but fall to the ground.