Omega Pregnancy Novels & Stories

Damon laughed as if I was funny. I can't lose here because even though I'm an omega, I'm strong! I will not let myself be defeated in front of Amoux. Being an omega is a big shame for him, so I have to be good at fighting. Who said that a personal doctor can only do treatment? Because I'll make sure I'm different.

I shifted very quickly, and within a minute, our two wolves stood face to face. Ash lifted his head and sniffed. “Omega,” he said. This shocked me. Ava was an omega? Seriously? I hadn’t seen that coming. Omegas were pretty rare, a specific type of wolf that oozed with fertility. Some believe omegas had extra blessings from the Moon Goddess and that they were given special breeding powers to ensure the survival of our race. “Are you sure?” I asked Ash. He sniffed the air again and then confirmed that it was true.

If it wasn’t for Jackson, the omega center’s ‘secret’ projects would never have been exposed. As it turned out, the omega center wanted to run an experiment on me. They wanted to know if any babies I have would be an omega like me. One of the workers claimed that the center knew that the woman found in the motel room with me was not my biological mother. They ran my DNA through their data system and found a match. An omega birthing omega off-springs were extremely valuable for them. The center had been closed down and new staff members had flown from somewhere to look after the omegas while things were being investigated.

“We had three weeks left and when I got home, his water broke.” “Three weeks? His water wouldn’t break if he had three weeks.” Isaac explained and widened his mouth. “I can’t believe Leslie’s obstetrician didn’t explain the conception week properly for his first long pregnancy.” “What do you mean?” “Pregnancy is about nine months for omegas and women. However, the nine months are different. A regular woman is forty to forty-two weeks, and an omega is thirty-four to thirty-eight weeks. He’s been counting it wrong all this time and brushing off the signs he was close.”

"Especially if the wolf was suppressed or if there was trauma involved. Are you feeling any symptoms yet? Any intense cravings or a sudden change in how you perceive the men around you?" I shook my head. "No. I just feel like I got hit by a truck. Nothing else is going on." "Interesting." She made a long note on the tablet. "We’ll keep a close eye on you. Omegas can have unpredictable cycles when they start late. Sometimes the body tries to make up for lost time." "That sounds... intense," I muttered. "Don't worry. We’ll keep you comfortable until it passes. If you feel any sudden spikes in temperature or—well, anything at all—just press the call button." She gave my hand a quick pat and hea

Vada said, pushing the curtain aside and dragging Celeste toward the bed. They sat facing each other. “What is it?” Celeste asked. Vada squeezed her hands. “You’re pregnant,” she said. Everything around them suddenly became white noise. “W-what?” “Compared to other females, it’s hard for an alpha to fully conceive if he isn’t bonded to a female. And what’s more, you’re an omega—the first special omega seen in centuries, the Ayvoc. So that concoction was an indication from Syzar himself that he wanted to ensure you didn’t have a child,” Vada explained.

“I think that’s enough for now. You need to eat and rest.” “I’m not tired.” “You will be soon. Your pregnancy is a little on the…brutal side. I’ll find an Omega to bring you some food.” “What’s an Omega?” He gives me a sad smile. “You asked me that before, you know?” “Well, I can’t remember, so…” He sits back down. “Omegas are our lower wolves. They are our servants.” “Like slaves?” I ask, already angry, even though I don’t even know the answer to the question yet.

At that moment, all eyes were on her, and the tension in the air thickened. Every eye was glued to the intense drama unfolding between the three of them. Some even wished for a fierce fight between the two female wolves. Between Emily and Connie, the odds seemed uneven in the eyes of their friends from campus. They viewed Alpha Zack as an extraordinary and exceptional figure. It was surprising, then, that Zack would choose Emily, an Omega, over Connie, who was clearly held in high regard by many. Now, Connie felt devalued and humiliated by this situation.

It is a known fact among all people that alphas are only meant for omegas because that's how the tertiary genders dictate the world. "Dear... a little more and I'll cum." Sevastian releases more pheromones though the beta wouldn't notice a thing. He paces up his thrusting and sucks on Zen's neck. If only he's an omega, he would've already marked him and made him his. 'Who knows, maybe he'll turn into a fucking omega by if I continue to release pheromones.' He thought. Zen could feel the difference in their body heat and a strange feeling running down his spine as he felt the alpha's movements getting more and more erratic. He realized that the alpha is reaching his limit. He never expected t

She looks at her beta again and he shrugs. "Why do you think you're scum because you're an omega? We wouldn't be anywhere without our omegas. They make sure we have clean clothes, equipment, fresh food. They are not our slaves. They are pack members who contribute just like everyone else." I just stare at her confused. "No? Omega's are slaves. We aren't part of the pack. We're underneath everyone else." "Who told you this? I think I'd like to meet this person who thinks every pack member isn't equal."