Omegaverse Pregnancy Novels & Stories

An Omega’s Heat is like the menstruation to women, but unlike menstruation where the possibility of getting pregnant is low to none—the Heat is the peak of the pregnancy possibility for Omegas especially when he mated with an Alpha. A healthy Alpha’s sperm ensures the highest possibility of pregnancy; that is if the Omega doesn’t have any health and physical issues. Ronan knows perfectly how much he enjoyed being filled by Cross. Fuck. With the technology today, one can already know if he or she is pregnant right after the first 24 hours that passed after mating.

She checked the monitor for some time before saying something. “Something is odd about this one,” she pointed at the child on the left. “I can’t really say, but something isn’t right.” She was silent for a while, “Pardon me, Alpha.” Halsey’s eyebrows were furrowed deeply. “This is the first god pregnancy ever recorded in our world. A lot of things are new to me.” When I looked at Mavros, he was very into what was displayed on the screen. It was as if he knew what was wrong. He confirmed my suspicion when he asked Halsey for a wipe. When handed one, he cleaned the gel off my tummy.

This was something much worse. My hand instinctively moved to rest over my stomach, dread ran down in my chest. The child inside me was already starting to drain my energy to survive. An Alpha pup growing in an omega’s body… it was exactly what my mother had warned me about. The kind of pregnancy that could break the mother if she wasn’t strong enough.

He roused himself from his slumber. When he turned to peer at the source of the voice, he saw Letitia kneeling in the doorway with a pale expression on her face. It appeared as though some sort of machine had been operating inside of his cranium when it suddenly blew up. Almost as quickly as he could, he made his way over to Letitia's side and asked, "What's wrong? What's wrong with you? Does your stomach hurt?" The most vulnerable time for an omega is when they are giving delivery.

I turned to her with wide, pleading eyes. “Is this normal?” I demanded. “Am I broken? Is this some weird Omega hormone overload thing? Do I need pills? Therapy? A religious intervention?” She looked slightly horrified but tried to keep it together. “Pregnancy can heighten sensitivity,” she said, her voice as calm as possible considering I had just yelled about p**n. “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.”

We were almost done with the graduation preparation. Ryan stirred. 'What the hell are you talking about so suddenly? Why do you think you're infertile?' I rubbed my stomach, feeling the tears prick at the sides of my eyes, but refused to let them fall. 'It's a known fact that omegas' chances of getting pregnant are during their heat periods, especially on the last day, and I did it raw throughout. It was supposed to work!' The frustration was eating me up slowly. I was excited for this, to news that would brighten my entire world, but it seemed I had let my hopes up for naught.

The understatement of the century. "I gathered that from the press coverage. Your marriage contract has been quite the topic of conversation in medical circles as well." She wrapped the blood pressure cuff around my arm for a second reading. "Caelen, I need you to understand something. Male Omega pregnancies are already high-risk. Adding extreme stress on top of that increases your chances of complications exponentially." "I'm trying to reduce stress…" "You're not trying hard enough. This reading is concerning enough that I'm considering ordering bed rest again."

Our child. My throat tightened as I whispered, “I don’t want to lose this baby.” The words burst out before I could stop them, trembling, raw. “I thought about it before… ending it, ending everything. But I can’t. I won’t. I don’t know if I’ll ever have this chance again. Male omegas… we don’t always make it through pregnancy. Some of us… we die. Some wombs reject the baby. Others… others kill us slowly from the inside. It’s rare for us to even get this far, Cess.”

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.

I fucking hate you! “Are you sure it is mine?” I ask Ruth. While Omegas can get pregnant only when they are in heat, the other females can get pregnant even if they are not in heat. She looks offended. “Just because I invited you to my room doesn’t mean I am a slut. That role belongs to—” I slam my fist on the desk. “Don’t you dare say a bad word about my mate!” I snarl. “You are better off without her. She was sleeping with your father—”