Omega Pregnancy Novels & Stories

my mouth prattles before I can stop it. "Why not?" he replies. His hands are gently sliding up my stomach, taking my top with them. I gulp at the feel of his fingers on my bare skin, struggling to focus on the question. "Because I'm an Omega," I reply. "You're also the one I chose," he says, pressing a kiss to my stomach, "and the one carrying the future Alpha." I look down at him as he caresses my near-flat tummy. Even though I'm already months into my pregnancy, I think people actually forget sometimes that I'm pregnant at all. Another benefit of being half witch.. I don't carry pregnancies like regular werewolf women.

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.

The continuous vomiting makes his body feel hot and feverish; the cold baths do nothing to alleviate the heat, and most times, his body feels so heavy that he is unable to get out of bed. "Just bear with it, it will be over soon," "Liar, you say that e_everyday!" Rene rinses his mouth, wiping his face with the towel Kai passes to him. He doesn't know anything about being pregnant, and with every passing day, fear and anxiety eat him from his insides. It is still difficult for him to accept that he has a life growing within him. An omega's pregnancy usually lasts about six months which means that he still has about five months to carry this thing inside of him.

I mutter, barely managing to push myself up from the table. Lily looks up at me. “You know, I wouldn’t normally suggest this since you’re an Omega, but do you want a pregnancy test? You’ve been acting off lately.” Her words settle heavy on my heart. “I... I can’t get pregnant.” “Are you sure about that?” Lily asks. “Everyone says an Omega can’t get pregnant, but who knows? You could be a medical miracle or something.” I freeze at her words. “That’s impossible.” “Whatever,” she gets up from her chair, walks over to her backpack hanging on the wall, and hands me a small boxed pregnancy test. “Just take it and put your mind at ease, okay?”

High-rank females don't often make it through their pregnancies, but omega females can have kids back to back throughout their life spans without any problems. Male omegas were used for a completely different reason. They have this irresistible charm about them. From the way they look down to the way they smell. In wolf form, they can lure others out. They have the appearance of a female in heat and it drives other wolves insane. Especially alphas. They're deadly and driven by one thing. Sex.

Two years after the death of her father, they left New Orleans, to start over, and now eighteen years later they’ve returned, it’s even become worse now she is closer to Vicki. With her heart hammering in her chest, she decides to leave the pain she’s been feeling for months now at the door. They left for New York to start over, but on coming back here, she could still feel the betrayal, the hurt, and the hatred, so for the best part of it she decides to go to a different school. But being a werewolf, just being a werewolf attracts some king of war zone, and fighting has always been one thing Charlie has been in love with. Closing the door Charlie takes in a long breath and says a short pray

“But you’re not in this alone, no matter how much you think you are.” I looked at him then, really looked at him. There was no hesitation in his words, no doubt. Just the quiet, steady certainty that he meant every single thing he said. I hesitated before asking, “What does it even mean to be an omega?” Nolan was quiet for a moment, then leaned back, considering his words carefully. “Omegas are rare,” he started. “They have… a different energy than others. It’s not about strength or dominance—it’s about balance. Omegas connect to alphas in ways that no one else can. It’s instinctual.”

Six years ago, when Adom got the results back from the doctors, he couldn't process what Omega said. His mom was an omega, and he loved her dearly, but he also saw how omegas still got treated in this society and how it was hard for them to find a good job. They even had to watch out for alphas when they were in heat, or they could be attacked.

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.”

' I so hate that word! I hate these ranks and statuses. Whoever came up with them must have been biased or kidding! Just because these people are a rank higher than me, they think that they have the liberty to beat me up and treat me as their slave? This is so bad and unacceptable. I hate all of them with every ounce of strength in me! I'm considered an Omega because everyone else's wolves have already shown up at around sixteen, seventeen and eighteen while I'm already twenty one years old and without a wolf. Her, ones wolf is supposed to show up before the age of eighteen where one will definitely meet his or her mate.