Omega Pregnancy Novels & Stories

"He told my mom... that the scent was coming from me. "My mother approached me, and she held my arms. And ask if you have an omega partner that comes here I am so scared that I see my parents bad side when it comes to Omegas, so I collect myself and tell them the tructh. 'The scent came from me. I am an omega.' That's what I told them, and that particular line changed my whole life, making my parents who loved me demons.

"The police? They're on his payroll. The media? He owns half of it." "So I'm helpless." "No," I said. "You're vulnerable. There's a difference." I walked around the island until I was standing in front of her. She had to look up at me, but she held her ground. "You need a status that overrides his," I said. "I'm an omega. I have no status." "You do if you belong to a higher Alpha." She narrowed her eyes. "I told you. I'm not a property." "And I told you this is business."

Physically, at least. “That’s better,” she said. Then, after a pause, she added, “I have news.” I barely had the strength to care. The only thing I wanted was to ask if she could help me escape. If she could hide me in the hospital until I found a way out of this hell. But her next words erased every thought from my mind. “You’re one month pregnant.” Everything inside me froze. The words echoed in my skull, over and over. Pregnant. Me? A barren omega? Carrying his child?

This pack holds so many secrets and lies, it's hard to tell what is real and what isn't. People are the main reason for that proclamation. Take Rosie, for example. She is so obsessed with Alpha Matthew's that even when she found out I was his mate, Me ... the useless, deaf orphan, she still beat the living daylights out of me for it and claimed that I would never be worthy of anyone else again. I think that really set my self-esteem off because I knew I wouldn't be. An omega lives by an agreement amongst other omegas ... never turn on each other. Never allow another to harm one of your own. You are the lowest of the rank; it doesn't get much lower than being an omega, and everyone of a highe

Eloise took the opportunity to tighten her grip on him, her presence gentle yet oppressive. "I warned you, Nigel… Omegas can be dangerous if they know how to use their pheromones. It's their only weapon."

He asked questions Ashton answered in whispers. Finally the healer stood. “Your Grace, I... I have never seen this before. The fever and the chills together with the vomiting and weakness, is not a normal omega sickness.” “Then find out what it is,” I said. “I will need to consult the archives and I will need to run tests.” “Do it,” I said. “Tonight.” When he left, I turned back to Ashton. He was asleep, or pretending to be. His brow was furrowed even in sleep.

She questioned, looking troubled. The rage in her eyes was a clear sign of her deep hate for werewolves. Since the spirit dwelling in me no longer felt like putting her down like her armies, I calmly said, “It’s no sorcery. I am an Omega.” “Don’t lie to me!” She raised her voice, flashing her eyes at me. “You are using something to make yourself unstoppable! No ordinary wolf can beat a whole army of my strong Vampires. It’s an impossible thing to do, unless you’re using dark magic!” She accused, refusing to belief me.

She glares at me, hurling a pan that strikes my chest and makes me stoop. "Really, who do you think you are speaking to? I am your future Luna, so stop talking, you omega!" Her voice was heard clearly. As the weakest members of the pack, omegas are more prone to injury, fatigue, and weakened immune systems than warriors, deltas, gamma, or betas. Being called omega should not feel insulting because of what she is referring to, but because of what she is referring to, it hurt me. The pain in my chest felt like something had broken in that frying pan.

“The result shows you’re…developing omega traits.” I stared at him. Surely that was a punchline. My brows knitted forming the sharpest V in my entire twenty-seven years of living. “Developing omega parts?” I repeated, my voice flatter than the pulse of a dead man. “What does that even mean?” Like he was regretting the life choices that brought him here—maybe it was I who did, the doctor shifted. “There’s a small formation just above your gall bladder. It looks like a uterus—it’s not fully formed. Also, your pheromone readings lack the density found even in a recessive Alpha…”

Omegas, while pregnant, can’t typically handle being marked because it awakens their wolf, which can put a lot of stress on their body and therefore affect the pregnancy. However, Candi is so close to delivering that her wolf being awoken will only send her into labor. It will most likely help her to have her wolf awoken. It’s why I’m glad I marked Wren before she fell pregnant. It will help her during labor and after with healing to have her wolf. Omegas recover best after labor with their wolf. Sadly, most omegas are never marked, so they struggle with healing. They heal a little faster than a human would, but it’s not by much.