Omega Pregnancy Novels & Stories

"First of all, don't call me Bria. Second of all, my babies and I are both fine," "Stop running around. Your delivery date is within three to four weeks, so you should be careful," werewolf pregnancy doesn't always last nine months. The time of pregnancy depends on the rank of the baby in the womb. An omega wolf would take four months before they are born. This is because they don't necessarily have any good traits in them. A regular wolf usually took five but in rare cases, six. The rest classes of werewolves took between six to—rarely—eight months. An alpha is the only one that completes nine months. Oh, plus, if the father of the child is not of werewolf origin, whether the baby later bec

At seventeen, I weighed more than every other average teenager in my school and my own pack as a whole. Yes, I was the only plus-sized wolf in all of Bluecoven’s pack and even worse, I was an Omega. The lowest in the hierarchy. A pushover of a species that is the one and only embodiment of weakness. In my world, Omegas were almost non-existent and the few that did were seen as some sort of game for the high-rank wolves to catch and boost their egos.

asked Chris and his mother sighed helplessly. “Due to people’s greed for power and wanting a strong line of lineage, they were all being forced to breed countlessly till they died. Gammas were not wanted as much as Omegas since that 0.01% could disrupt the ideal genes they wanted. It’s been thousands of years since and I don’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse but unfortunately, no more heavy-seed Omegas were being born till this day,” his mother answered solemnly before moving on immediately, not wanting to drown in negative thoughts.

“I’ve never heard of it happening before!” Alisa insisted, obviously unconvinced of Roberta’s theory. But when she looked at Carrie, bringing her nose up and sniffing, her face contorted in an unreadable frown. Pregnant Omegas have a significant smell to them. Carrie knew this after all the training she got from her mother. Oftentimes, the pregnant Omega wouldn’t smell of it, but some, especially those who had already birthed a pup, could sense it a week or two after the impregnation.

Isadora Dawson was the first Omega to go against all the odds and the old traditions, and managed to score at the top of her high school year class and was rewarded with an acceptance into the Werewolf Academy. Omegas were no more than a pack's servant, usually serving the Alpha and Beta families, though some were treated no better than slaves. An Omega rarely found their fated mate; instead, they were either claimed by an Alpha or sent to the Omega Breeding Centre. The Omega Breeding Centre is just that. As Omegas were the lowest of werewolf ranks and as they were the closest to being human, they were able to conceive more frequently than an Alpha, Beta or Gamma female, and they were the on

"You've been taking O-Preg injections, haven't you? High-dose Hormone-Mimics. They bloat the stomach. They make the morning breath sour. They even fool a wolf's nose for a few weeks." "You're making things up!" "30%," I muttered. "O-Preg mimics the progesterone spikes of a True Blood pregnancy. But it doesn't create a second heartbeat. It doesn't create a fetal DNA signature." Richard stepped closer. His shadow fell over us both. "Is she pregnant, Joshua?" "40%." I didn't answer. I watched the data streams. "The chemistry is all wrong. Her white blood cell count is spiking. That’s not pregnancy. That’s the body trying to fight off the synthetic hormones you’ve been pumping into your veins."

He said. My womb — I knew that was particularly one of the reasons he wanted me as a wife. He wanted me to bear his child. As an Omega, I knew I was special, although I didn't think there was anything so special about my womb. Just like any other female werewolves, our wombs were the same, our pups were nothing special. In history, no Omega ever bore another. As we were all concerned, it was impossible. So why did he want my womb? If he wanted a child he could have easily picked any other woman in Trinigad, so why me?

How did he carry it on…… I stopped, my brain clicked when I remembered his words. I was pregnant? For? I'm a fucking male, I can't get pregnant!!!! Besides it was only a one time love making session. How did it possibly happen? “You might be always right. But you got this one wrong this time. I'm not pregnant for Thorne. I can't be. I'm a fucking male. An omega, yes. But definitely not pregnant. Omegas can't get pregnant. We aren't females," I yelled, trying to make him see my point.

“We found out that she never registered you at the omega center when you were born.” I frowned at him. “What does that mean?” “Every omega born needs to be registered at the omega center. It’s for them to keep track of omegas to make sure that they aren’t being abused or anything.” “So they don’t have a record of me?” Val shook his head. “We want to register you at the omega center…we want to register as a pack.” “A pack?” “We are pack.” “We are.” His smiled widened. “A family.” “Yes.”

He roused himself from his slumber. When he turned to peer at the source of the voice, he saw Letitia kneeling in the doorway with a pale expression on her face. It appeared as though some sort of machine had been operating inside of his cranium when it suddenly blew up. Almost as quickly as he could, he made his way over to Letitia's side and asked, "What's wrong? What's wrong with you? Does your stomach hurt?" The most vulnerable time for an omega is when they are giving delivery.