Omegaverse Mpreg Novels & Stories

Every day, I ask myself the same question, and every day, I come to the same conclusion: I hate my life, and there is no happy ending for me. As the pack’s Omega, I can’t bear children, and neither will I ever be able to feel the mate bond. Omegas don’t have them. We just exist to please unmated wolves. Instead of having a period, we enter our heat at the end of every month, and it’s hell on earth unleashed.

I ignored the rapid beating of my heart as they both growled in response to my command. At once, they both lunged at me. I was quick on my feet, dodging their attacks as fast as I could because I knew the truth. I knew that no matter how many people called me their alpha, I was born weak. I was an omega. I couldn’t take two of these wolves on my own. The only thing I had on my side was my speed. “Stand down!” I screamed as I shifted back to my human form. I was plotting my escape, and if I was fast enough, I would make it home before they would get a hold of me.

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.

I leaned in until I could see the yellowed film over her eyes. "The brine is getting to your head, Madra," I said, my voice dropping to a harsh scrape. "I'm barren. My father made that clear years ago. My previous mate confirmed it for three years with every month my body failed to do its job. I am an Omega who couldn't even provide a single heir to a backwater pack. So don't stand there and tell me jokes." Madra didn't flinch. She didn't even blink. She held my stare with a terrifying, clinical stillness.

"But the Veyrith *blood*... that's a myth. They were a clan of Alphas so powerful the other packs hunted them to extinction centuries ago. Or so we thought." "And you think I'm one of them?" I laughed dryly. "I'm an omega, Kael. I was born with nothing. My mother died giving birth to me in a clinic, not a palace." "Omegas are often dormant Alphas," Kael said. "Suppressed by trauma or environment. If you have that blood..." "Then what?" "Then you're dangerous," Kael said. "And Darius knows it. That's why he's terrified." The heavy oak doors of the dining hall banged open, startling me.

I asked, unable to hide the curiosity in my voice. Aegis chuckled. "Well, it's rare for Omegas to have just one pup. I’d guess between two and four, maybe more if the Moon Goddess decides to bless you." Two to four? My breath hitched slightly at the thought. The idea of having that many pups at once was both thrilling and terrifying. Pushing the nerves aside, I slipped out of bed and padded toward the bathroom, the cool floorboards against my feet making me shiver slightly.

“If my pack was wrong about omegas having mates, are they also wrong that omegas can’t have children?” Bridget’s smile instantly fades as she glances over towards Ford before she looks back at me. Oh, no. Did I ask the wrong question? Bridget nods her head. “Omegas can get pregnant. However, I just found out that I didn’t get pregnant with my first heat or us claiming each other. The Supreme Elder said that I would get pregnant after the new Luna is announced to the pack.” Ford adds, “The moon goddess was very generous when she made omegas. Once you find your mate, you will probably have many puppies with him.”

“Now tell me who you are and where you come from. I want the truth and nothing else.” “What do you mean?” Megan stared at him. “I’m Megan, and I’m an Omega. My parents are dead. They died when I was very little and I learnt to survive all by myself.” “And you have always been a wolf in this pack?” Xavier asked. “Yes of course,” Megan nodded. “Don’t believe whatever Justin must have said. He’s a liar. He deceived all of us, and that’s why Karla is dead now.” Xavier stared at her for a moment and turned around. “Follow me to my private chambers, Megan.”

And lastly, the execution beneath a snow-covered palace courtyard while the male lead emotionlessly watched on from his throne. His face instinctively lost its colour, he knew exactly who he was. He was no longer Krystal Linsey but Caspian Vale. The villain omega from The Fallen Alpha King, his favorite manhwa. The same omega whose death brought joy and celebration to its readers, for having the most brutal chapter of the manhwa. “No. No, no, no…” Krystal shot upright to his feet, his dizziness nearly made him collapse. His breath was more frantic now.

If only I'd figured that out sooner, we wouldn't have so many problems now. My wonderful, handsome mate is an emotional wreck who can't stop stuffing himself with chocolate and everything sweet. Brent's pregnant. Can I call it a pregnancy since it goes against the rules of nature I've known since I was a kid? I think I can. We found out about a week ago, and no one knows but us. Okay, the pack doctor knows, but she has to keep her mouth shut. She was the one who helped me find more information about the phenomenon that I never thought was possible, but the old books have the information- written black on white. 'Male Omegas can bear children of their fated mates.' So far, we've been able to