Omegaverse Pregnancy Novels & Stories

Bloom nods faintly, more tears rolling down her face. “Good.” ~ Sage stares at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, his gaze fixed on his flat stomach. He promised Rowan a child, but the longer he thinks about his impulsive decision, the more he realizes how impossible it is, or Sage is just scared of getting pregnant. Every case of male omega pregnancy always ends in a dead end; there’s no way his case will be any different. The longer he thinks about it, the more absurd the idea gets. Guess he won’t be keeping that promise.

I sat in the doctor’s office, my chest tighter than it should have been. The man came in. Settling into his chair, he handed my result to me. Written boldly on it was Pregnancy test—positive. My stomach flipped, and I almost threw up again. I scoffed; this couldn’t be mine. But when I dragged my eyes to the top, Elijah Blakes was written. “How could this be?” My eyes snapped to the doctor. “I don’t even experience heat.” Calmly, he nodded. “I know it’s confusing. One in a hundred Omega males with hormonal dysfunction, especially those with a developed uterus do get pregnant even without experiencing heat. Rare, but not impossible.”

“The Omega body is highly optimized for childbirth. For Betas and Alphas, pregnancy is harder and longer. The gestation period is nine to ten months for Betas, and twelve to thirteen months for Alphas. But for Omegas, it’s only four to five months. Which means the baby grows more than twice as fast compared to Betas.” I knew all those facts, but hearing her say them out loud made me flinch. Four to five months? That sounded too quick. There weren't many Omegas in the world, and not many Alphas got pregnant, so ten-month pregnancies were the norm. I stared at the monitor, trying to make sense of what I saw. The image was dark and foggy, and I didn’t know what I was seeing. The doctor pressed

His hips thrust harder and deeper as I try and pull away before he stops. “Stefan,” I moan, feeling myself locked to him in all ways. “Why would you do that?” I ask, and his hand strokes slowly across my back. It was just sheer luck that I got pregnant that night, and now, well, I’m certainly going to be. Werewolves have the ability to knot, but it almost always is used to get someone pregnant; it’s rare it doesn’t lead to pregnancy.

"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.

Instinctively, I pressed my hand to my belly and waited several long seconds before the wave of nausea passed. I looked down at my swollen stomach and remembered what the doctor had said. Carrying a vampire's half-blood child was already dangerous for a human, especially in the third trimester. Too much emotional distress or physical shock could trigger serious complications. And a half-blood's vitality far exceeded that of a normal fetus — if the baby became agitated inside the womb, the strain on the mother would be even worse. But didn't Clara claim she was pregnant too? If she were really carrying Adrian's child, how could she be reckless enough to be doing all this?

He curled instinctively toward me, fingers clutching my shirt even as sleep pulled him under. I didn’t move. I lay there, one arm around him, the other resting protectively over his stomach, listening to his breathing even out. My wolf finally settled, though it never fully slept. Thoughts churned endlessly in my mind. Threats. Plans. Future. I would need to adjust patrols. Increase security in the mansion. Screen visitors more carefully. Pregnancy made omegas vulnerable, not weak, but targeted. There were those who would see Jane not as my mate, but as leverage. I also need to call my parents and his so they'll, they are about to be grandparents. I also need to bring his parents here ASAP.

I held my stomach while recalling everything, how I had begun to feel dizzy a month ago but waved it off and thought it was due to stress and all the sobbing alpha Damien had put me through. I couldn’t believe during all the time he had beaten me up I was pregnant for him but she knew. I stood up and went in front of the mirror staring at myself. “Why couldn’t I feel any connection whatsoever with this child before it died?” I said to myself as I was so confused as to why it happened to me and mostly because I had never heard of a wolf mother not feeling the connection with her unborn child and that's when I remember…I was a weak omega, I couldn't help but fall to the ground.

Also, since this uncontrolled RUT would cause him to lose his memory during that time, it would be another problem on Gruvv's own body as well as his Omega partner. Sage brought his son and husband into a room prepared by the hospital, Joshua was asked to contact Cross, to confirm Madam Rose's case. All the Omegas in the building have been moved and Louis Baxter is taking care of it, there are about two hundred Omegas there, some of them are experiencing HEAT or rather being forced to experience HEAT. Some of them were left to conceive and give birth on the spot, the children were then taken to an orphanage. “Does the orphanage also belong to Madam Rose?” Sage asked Joshua who was curled up

I mutter, barely managing to push myself up from the table. Lily looks up at me. “You know, I wouldn’t normally suggest this since you’re an Omega, but do you want a pregnancy test? You’ve been acting off lately.” Her words settle heavy on my heart. “I... I can’t get pregnant.” “Are you sure about that?” Lily asks. “Everyone says an Omega can’t get pregnant, but who knows? You could be a medical miracle or something.” I freeze at her words. “That’s impossible.” “Whatever,” she gets up from her chair, walks over to her backpack hanging on the wall, and hands me a small boxed pregnancy test. “Just take it and put your mind at ease, okay?”