Omegaverse Mpreg Novels & Stories

Mathew replied her, his hands to his hips as he stared her naked body, 'How did he not see it before? He asked himself,the panic attacks,the nightmares,he had read somewhere that Dominant omega's pregnancies were the worst kind of pregnancies and they sometimes induce trauma,her awesome suddenly huge tits and extra curves to her body,her extra tommy,not like he was complaining but he just thought she was getting fat from all the lazing she did around,but now that he knew and understood why she is like this he couldn't help but adore her,but before he tells her he needed to do an actual confirmation even though he could see it was true he just wasn't ready to be wrong after getting his hopes

Liora buried her face into the crook of Storm's neck, her shoulders shaking as she pretended to weep bitter tears of grief over the painful necessity of executing her own sister. The submissive Omega was dead in the dirt, the Alpha was firmly under her spell, and the entire kingdom was finally hers to rule.

I am not trying to ignore my readers and just wanted you all to know I appreciate the likes, comments and reviews and each of you for reading my book. There was one commenter who commented a few times about being irate over male prgnancies in this book. If you are reading this far, you have most likely figured out, I love pushing limits and boundaries and at one time I would have felt much the same as said reader. Here's the thing...Omegaverse novels are a thing. I will never write a non-shifter m-preg story. It feels all wrong. I was reading one and gave up because it just didn't feel right, but it wasn't just that they weren't shifters. It was that in many Omegaverse stories, such as the o

They had no need for no-furs to continue their bloodlines, though they took them in to perpetuate the lie that they did. Before the catastrophe, Orangelo omegas were desired for breeding above all others because of their strong magic genes. It had not been uncommon for neighboring clans to raid their lands to steal omegas. Fear that raids and wars would become an epidemic after the rest of the continent lost their omegas was grounded in solid logic. Hence the secret of Orangelo omegas became closely guarded.

She licked her lips as if remembering the taste of it. Then, she resumed in her monologue, “There’s this funny and ridiculous rumor plaguing the whole South at the very same time Myrri got so nosy. It was said that one unwanted omega wolf would come and bring peace. Halting and stopping everyone from doing the very thing vampires love to do—chaos. And the only thing to know and differentiate her from the others is that she ain’t a future Luna. A onee-ofa kind banished omega.” She clasped her hand and chimed, “And you obviously aren’t a future Luna! Your mate is my handsome and annoying nephew!”

I really hope mom wouldn't kill me for doing this. But... after all these years, we're going to be free. We can work for our own selves and we can keep our dignity. I look out of my window, at the bright blue sky, at the birds chirping as they fly through the air. So alive. So free. All over this world, in every pack, omegas are harassed, degraded and hell, even abused! Why? Because we can't alter our blood lines? Because we can't be good enough'? My hands close into fists. If only I could change that. If only I could convey this message to all those omegas that they matter.

I fell back on my bed and covered my face with the blanket. “What a nightmare” Being an omega wasn’t easy, but being an omega who couldn’t shift?!!! I have a lot going on with me. Not only was I cheated on two days to my mating ceremony, I was also rejected by Marcus. I had told my father that I didn’t want to push through with the mating process because of what Marcus did. “You have no say in that, for an omega who can’t shift, you have no right to reject a beta” Those were his exact words. I found it hilarious, but it was even more hilarious when I heard these words

She looked up at Jiro and me, her expression soft yet full of resolve. “Papa, Daddy…” she began, her voice trembling ever so slightly. “I’m an Omega, aren’t I?” I smiled, feeling a surge of pride and love for my daughter. “Yes, Mina,” I said, my voice filled with warmth. “You are.” She looked at us for a moment, as if searching for something, before her gaze softened. “It’s okay,” she said with a quiet strength. “I’m okay.” I pulled her into my arms, holding her close, feeling the weight of the moment settle over me. “We’re so proud of you,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. “No matter what, you’ll always be our Mina.”

Today it was Meghan’s turn. Megan looked pale from the very morning, her hands were trembling, she had problems braiding her hair. “I’ll help you.” Arya offered. “Thank you.” Megan was a pretty blond haired girl with large blue eyes. She was gentle and kind, and Arya felt sorry for her. It was always a great unknown who the buyer will be? It could be an Alpha looking for a well tamed wife, or a side lover or maybe you will be bought to work in a brothel or even to give birth to offspring for an Alpha and Alpha marriage and then the Omega is being disposed of or sold to gain some money back. Either way it was shit.

That part of me that wanted to prove that I was very much worth it, was striving to be dominant. Alpha Vincent had just given me a challenge, one that I knew would transform my life. I was Rylee Shaw, the exiled omega whose life had fallen apart. I was willing to get my life back. I was willing to win. Most importantly, I was willing to develop wings and spread them.