Omegaverse Pregnancy Novels & Stories

Lorien I stared at the ceiling of my room, the same sterile white color that made it hard to breathe. The doctor’s words were still ringing in my ears, over and over, like a curse I couldn’t outrun. “You’re pregnant.” I gripped the edge of the blanket, knuckles white. No… no, this can’t be happening. I wasn’t supposed to be able to get pregnant. Male omegas—there were rumors, old wives’ tales about it, but it was rare. Practically unheard of. The doctor herself had looked more surprised than I felt.

After hour of waiting The doctor called me Congratulations madam,you are one month gone He said and I became confused I don't understand I said I mean you are one month pregnant He repeated and his words keep on ringing in my ears Am having a tiny being inside me Am pregnant with my baby And I don't know the father I said in my mind crying If you don't want the baby we can easily abort it The doctor said You must be mad doc,you want me to abort my child,my little baby God forbid I said and ran out of the hospital to cry my eyes out I arrived at home and saw my aunt back She walked to me and look at me strangling What are you hiding She asked Nothing aunt I said trying to hide the pregnancy p

Numbers and terms that suddenly felt like they were defining my entire future. “We’ll need to monitor you closely,” she added. “Start supplements immediately. Reduce stress as much as possible. And when you’re ready, we’ll do the ultrasound to confirm gestational age.” When I stood up, my legs felt unsteady. I nodded through the rest of what she said, thanked her without really meaning it, and somehow made it out of the office. Zane was still waiting when I stepped outside. I didn’t tell him anything. I just got back into the car, my hands trembling in my lap, my mind racing in one overwhelming direction:

“I’ve never heard of it happening before!” Alisa insisted, obviously unconvinced of Roberta’s theory. But when she looked at Carrie, bringing her nose up and sniffing, her face contorted in an unreadable frown. Pregnant Omegas have a significant smell to them. Carrie knew this after all the training she got from her mother. Oftentimes, the pregnant Omega wouldn’t smell of it, but some, especially those who had already birthed a pup, could sense it a week or two after the impregnation.

“What are you trying to say, David? She’s your niece. Don't be hard on her.” He waved her off, dismissing her words as if they were irrelevant. “Alex, continue.” I shifted uncomfortably. “Olivia is pregnant.” The room fell silent. My mother’s jaw dropped. My father, however, narrowed his eyes. “What?” His voice was low and dangerous. “Pregnant?” “And Ryan’s family loves her,” I added quickly, hoping to soften the blow. “Loves her?” My father barked out a laugh. “An ordinary Omega, loved by an alpha's family?”

Luna said, tears welling in her eyes as Valerian stared at her. "Just answer my question, Luna. Are they mine?" Valerian asked seriously, causing Luna to look at her twins, who were holding hands, before turning her gaze back to Valerian. "Y-Yes..." "But you are a recessive omega." "I know. Do you think I wasn't surprised when I found out I was pregnant, even though it's unlikely for someone like me to get pregnant? Now that I've answered your question, can my children and I leave? I'll give you my resignation letter tomorrow morning, and if I have to pay for breaching my contract, just tell me. I have some savings to pay you." Luna said, turning her back on Valerian.

while something inside me was breaking in a way I wouldn't fully understand for years. I was three months pregnant. I had told no one. I had been so certain that alone was the only direction left, and someone… someone had known about Isla before she had a name. The thought hit me somewhere behind the ribs and stayed there, aching. I traced the attorney's name on the third page with one finger without meaning to. A cross-reference with the subcontractor documents Marcus had flagged showed a connection. A shared registration address, one name appearing in both filing histories. The name was Ethan Cross.

The words had settled into his bones like ice and were heavy on his chest. “But they don’t even like me now.” “Because male Omegas who aren’t Moonborn are considered a curse. A barren land, they don’t know that you are Moonborn, Evren, and they can never find out. You must never tell anyone. Not your future Alpha, not this pack. No one, ever,” she said firmly. “But how will I keep it a secret from my future Alpha if I can get pregnant?” Evren has asked. “I will teach you. Some herbs and flowers would prevent you from getting pregnant. I will protect you, Evren, but you have to promise me that you will never share this knowledge with anyone,” she demanded with more urgency.

The firelight cast their shadows on the wall—three figures bound by blood, fate, and the quiet hum of something greater than all of them. But deep underground, miles away, a lone signal pulsed in the darkness. A mechanical voice whispered through the static: > “Omega Protocol… active. Directive: Recover the Firstborn.” Lena stirred, sensing the echo even in her dreams. She tightened her hold on the child, heart pounding. Outside, thunder rolled across the distant horizon—the storm returning. And somewhere within it, the future began to move.

"I know I am pregnant; that's why I went to Alex and tried to talk to him one last time, but he didn't give me a chance to explain, and I am sure he will never accept this child." The doctor nodded as Ashly thumbed her tears away. When Kelly learned about her pregnancy during the checkup, she was shocked. It's impossible for a woman to get pregnant without a proper mark. Her father told her one time it's only happened once in five hundred years. Only a few omegas have the capacity to get pregnant without a proper mark. Practically, they are blessed with luck and positivity; they give wealth and power to their pack.