Omega Pregnancy Novels & Stories

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.

"Strong and steady. Everything looks very healthy." The sound broke something inside me. Tears spilled down my cheeks before I could stop them, my hand moving unconsciously to my stomach where that tiny heartbeat was growing. "Does your Alpha know?" Dr. Rose asked, turning off the ultrasound and handing me tissues. "Not yet." My voice came out rough, thick with emotion. "I just found out about myself a few days ago. I needed to confirm it before telling him." "That's understandable. But you should tell him soon. Male Omega pregnancies require careful monitoring and support, especially first pregnancies." She pulled up a chair and sat facing me. "I need to go over some things with you about w

That should have been my first clue. She turned the screen toward me, graphs blooming across it like a crime scene reconstruction. Hormone spikes. Scent markers. Compatibility indicators I had never bothered to learn about because they weren’t relevant to my life. Or they hadn’t been. Yesterday. “This explains the nausea,” she said. “The dizziness. The headaches.” “That explains finals week,” I said. “Not a biological rewrite.” Her smile thinned. “You’re presenting as an omega.” I waited for the punchline.

Her mouth fell open as those words sank in, mind reeling. How did he know? Was her round belly that evident? On a whim, she stared down at her tummy, which was hidden by a layer of clothes. There's no way anyone could have known without Allie telling them. Most werewolf pregnancies don't start to show till they are two months. The omegas scent becomes thicker and sweeter, alerting the people of their condition. Maybe with the mixed species baby, it's different. Her hand immediately came around her stomach.

he reminded him. "It can be revived if I can get an omega" Haynes explained further. "Which you were unable to find after searching many communities of werewolves for years. Or are you planning to send me to the werewolves so that I could get bitten and become a 'floater' like you?" Sergeanti laughed hysterically. He had discovered his plans. Haynes was a very dubious dishonest and wicked wizard. "No, you don't need to go and search for any werewolves because an omega is lurking in Greenford right now" Haynes ascertained.

Everyone seems to be at peace, everyone except me. I look at myself in the big mirror in my room. I slowly take in the huge size of my stomach, which still looks so unfamiliar. I've been carrying for almost four months, but omega pregnancies are much quicker than normal werewolves'. Perks of being an omega, we are like the third sex; we are extremely fertile and suffer from regular heat, which is very painful unless we copulate. Our scent attracts other males. And we can give birth; being a male doesn't change that. Omega males like me can get pregnant.

Just Irene, sitting in the dirt, coaxing flowers to bloom. One of the omegas laughs softly. “The roses like you, Luna. Look — they’re opening.” I blink in surprise. The buds that were closed moments ago now show faint streaks of pink, trembling as if shy. My heart swells. “Maybe they can feel happiness.” “Or maybe,” the omega says, his tone almost reverent, “they know the Goddess’s touch when it returns to the world.”

someone called out in agreement and more voices joined. “Divorce your omega wife and you can marry your fated mate. The moon goddess has blessed you with a beta born as your mate! With her by your side, you will finally be stronger and we can win the war. The future of the pack is going to be safe!” Elder Zachary cheered.