Omega Pregnancy Novels & Stories

"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."

In the past, we could only impregnate our mates, but as fated mates were becoming harder and harder to find—another omen of the prophecy—the odds of me impregnating someone was much higher than anyone else. Almost all pregnancies had occurred between mated couples, either fated or chosen. The woman would go into heat, and after, more than likely pups would arrive months later. Alphas and omegas were the exception, as omegas were a different kind of wolf. They didn't need a set heat to carry pups. Whilst most packs adhered to the traditional pack hierarchy, omegas were normally the weaker wolves. My parents no longer listed omega status as well—it never ended well for the omegas, let's say th

My eyes locked on her face, taking in every expression that crossed it. She bit her lip and nodded, rubbing her hand under her nose, she looked at me, rocking back and forth, “So, My birth mother was an Omega. She was wanted by men everywhere, and my father, he was willing to share, for a price. When she got pregnant with me, they didn’t want me. However,” she scoffs a laugh, “They waited until my wolf appeared when I was five. Just long enough for me to remember them, Omega’s don’t designate until they are about twelve, but my mom didn’t care. I wasn’t useful to them so they threw me away like yesterday's trash.” She pushed her hand through her hair before bringing her knee’s up and hugging

The surprise hit me, and I gasped softly, trying to push the sensation away. I opened my eyes and saw Kaidon leaning against the wall, nervously biting his nails. The doctor was still hovering near me, her hands moving around my stomach with that careful, clinical precision. I remembered the conversation I had with Sage earlier, but I was holding onto hope that the doctor was finding out that I was okay—that everything was going to be fine. There was no way I could have been injected with something that would leave me infertile. Sage had to know that the first pregnancy for an Omega was risky. It often led to at least one of the pups, usually the runt, not making it.

Dread curls its way to my lungs as I try to contemplate if he is messing with me, but nothing gives on his expression, making dizziness claim me as my breaths grow short. Bile rises in my throat as I recall that there was no condom used. But the fall... surely that should have triggered a miscarriage or something, or was nothing formed then? Wait, he has to be messing with me... right? I am a recessive omega. I can't get pregnant unless... No... "N-no, no! That's not possible; even if I was in heat, I am a recessive omega!" Ah...fuck, what the hell did I just say?

Omegas Tanto varones como hembras, poseen aparatos reproductores femeninos (útero y ovarios), y son perfectamente capaces de concebir siempre y cuando sean fecundados por un alfa y rara vez un beta. Sin embargo, los omega tienen una característica muy importante que son los celos que ocurren cada tres meses y dura tres días aproximadamente (el tiempo varía según los escritores) en los que sus niveles hormonales se disparan y se ven firmemente necesitados de buscar un alfa para "aparearse" con él. Ahí es cuando el lado Omega se libera, necesitan del apareamiento y sus feromonas informan de esto a los alfa o beta cercanos, también es aquí donde su fertilidad aumenta. Los omega, al igual que lo

Even if it means that he has to go to his painfully long sessions with his doctor. An Omega is one of three classifications of humans today. Alpha, Beta, and Omega. The lowest of the hierarchy and the kind of people who belong in the one percent of the whole world population. The kind who experiences what they call “Heat”. Heat is like menstruation to normal Beta women—an indication of full body maturation for pregnancy.

“Especially in bonded Omegas. The increase in estrogen, oxytocin, and endorphins during early gestation can cause elevated arousal and emotional instability. It’s not unusual.” I blinked. “So I’m not crazy?” “No,” she said, clearly trying not to make eye contact with Damon. “Not at all.” “Great,” I muttered. “So I’m just a sobbing, horny teenage Omega carrying four Alpha babies and leaking slick on your examination bed like some unhinged fertility goddess.” “Basically,” Damon said under his breath, and I elbowed him in the ribs. “I swear to God,” I hissed at him. “If you pull your cock out right now, I will ride it.”

These pups were Omega children and what irked me was that I could see whose son the one on the left was… As werewolves, we couldn't get a woman pregnant unless we marked her. That was the case for all wolves but Omega women, who could get pregnant regardless… In the past Omegas were literally sex slaves and a means to grow the werewolf race. After all, we were killed pretty often.

Kassandra's POV: First off let me tell you how I got to be an omega in my pack. It was one tragic night when I was 14 and I was at home with my parents, the alpha and luna of the Red river pack in texas. I had just got home from school and went to take a nap when I heard a noise from the living room. I went down to check it out and saw that three rogues had found their way into our house. Next thing I know my father was dead and my mother told me to run and that's what i did.