Omega Pregnancy Novels & Stories

“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."

He claimed that he was in love with me. Since I was a Omega, it was unlikely that I would have a mate. There were a few exceptions to this rule like my mentor, Matilda who was mated to Elder Summers but for the most part, Omegas didn't get mates. The reason was simple. We already caused most pack members to feel protective and care for us. The mate bond would be too much for most werewolves. They would go insane with added feeling of protectiveness that the mate bond would create if they weren't strong enough. Since I was a powerful Omega, it was almost impossible that any wolf would be powerful enough for the Goddess to pair me with.

Aurelia, the blonde one asked. "Flavour for what?" I was so overwhelmed by their excitement. "Bath flavor, we would like to prepare a bath for you and wash you clean." Elgiva was all smiles as she spoke. "I doubt I do have a favorite flavor," I said honestly. It was quite obvious that they had no information about my background and did not have a clue that I was just an omega before... Before Blake. I sighed content at the thought and shook the ill thoughts of my past away.

As I stood outside, peering through the clear window, the world fell silent. I could see my reflection in the glass, and the terrible reality that I am the- I was only an omega, the lowest rank in the werewolf clan. Even though I strive really hard to look my best for the occasion. Even still, being at this gathering was quite difficult for me. I have tan skin; my long long curly hair shines under the sunlight. My blue eyes were as vivid as the sea or skies. Nothing about me is special. I am just a nerd girl.