Percy Gets The Hunt Pregnant Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Fully. That’s what a real bond looks like, right? Giving and taking in equal measure. I couldn’t wait for this chaos to finally be over. For the fighting to stop. For us to have our honeymoon, to just breathe and be happy. But reality always found a way to tap me on the shoulder. “Percival?” I murmured, leaning back against the pillow as his hand moved gently over my stomach. “Mm?” “Do you know when the funerals start? Which pack is coming in first?”

“The news just broke. Blood Claw Alpha’s daughter was seen at the central mall ring shopping. She was with Percy. It’s everywhere.” Another pause longer this time. “You’re sure?” Aiden asked, his voice suddenly low. “Yes,” I said quickly. “It’s her. It’s Rue. I recognized her. And the man…there’s no mistake. It’s Percy.” Something cracked audibly on the other end of the line, like glass under pressure. “That’s impossible,” he said. “She wouldn’t…” “She is,” I interrupted. “They’re saying she’s about to be betrothed.” The word seemed to detonate between us.

"You will see for yourself that I am not lying to you. Freya is my mate. That's all for now. We will now prepare for the big celebration of the pack a week from now. -------------- By the time we reached Alpha Percy’s room, I grabbed his arms and pushed him away. No. My room now. He did not budge. He was that strong, but he stepped back away from me. "Marry? Get married?!" I exclaimed. "How could you decide like that without even considering what I would say?" Alpha Percy pocketed his hands and leaned heavily on the wall. "They are suspicious about you. That's the least that I could do. You want me to stay still while the Council was looking at the far corner of the room and waiting for me

She read the attached tag. From: Your hubby. To: My wifey. ‘I want you to think of a name for him. Take care. She took the cage inside and found a sleeping one-month-old Siberian husky. She smiled while holding the tag. Despite his changing moods, he still has a sweet side. She took her phone supposedly to take a picture of his gift, but a piece of shocking news from Calix had made her numb. Sender: Calix Sissy, someone spread the news that Perci had a relationship with me. The pictures are everywhere it was taken in Los Angeles before. What should we do?

Her voice cracked as she spoke again, her words urgent, desperate. "You can’t leave me, Percy," she pleaded, her eyes wide with confusion and pain. "You don’t understand. I’m pregnant, Percy. Six months... I’ve been searching for you for six months. You just disappeared. You left me, on our honeymoon, for God’s sake." The air seemed to spin around Porsche as her words cut through the fog in his mind. Pregnant? Honeymoon? The confusion overwhelmed him, and he struggled to piece together the fragments of memories that were slipping through his fingers like sand.

So we ran, our paws pounding against the frozen ground, the wind sharp against our fur, the full moon casting its light over the trees as we let go, let ourselves be wild, let ourselves be free—if only for a little while. And then, too soon, it ended. Maybe because I knew what was coming. By the time I began shifting back, Riley was no longer with me, but his scent lingered, and I followed it easily, tracking him through the trees. He would be in heat soon. The thought sent a grin splitting across my face, a sharp, knowing grin, but as I stepped forward, it wasn’t Riley I saw first—it was Silas. I didn’t slow my steps. “How was it?” I asked, my tone casual, but Silas didn’t answer, his jaw s

He doesn’t act on what he thinks I would like or what a typical romantic gesture would be, he goes to my kid, our kid, to personalize his actions. “It’s steak,” I tell them. “That’s my favorite dinner,” I’m not sure if Eric hears me because he’s too busy grindingly madly at Debbie, she might be the only other girl in the world that Eric is in love with, besides me. And it’s that moment I know: Eric is the one. “Also, I’m pregnant,” I blurt out. This time, I know they hear me.

My eyes were filled with hurt, unable to hide the turmoil inside me. Percival glanced at me briefly, then shifted his gaze to the water below. “I already mentioned this to you. If she has the baby, I won’t acknowledge it. It doesn’t matter if you accept me or not. I can’t predict what will happen in the future, but if the pup survives, I’ll be a dad. I won’t be in a relationship with Tatiana, but I’ll be a father until the child turns ten and has to leave. After that, they’ll come to visit me every summer, on their own. I’m not sure if you’ll be interested in having me around or not…” He paused, meeting my eyes. “But hey, I’ll keep that option open for you. It’s totally up to you to decide.

She hesitated, nostrils flaring at the smell, but hunger pulled her forward. “For the baby,” I said before she could argue. My voice sounded gruffer than I meant it. Her gaze snapped to mine. For a heartbeat I thought I’d imagined it, but no, her arm curled instinctively across her middle, protective, confirming what the words had already betrayed. Pregnant. The ground seemed to tilt beneath me. I masked my reaction, turned back to the fire, but inside my chest everything roared. The stakes had changed: she wasn’t only surviving for herself. She carried Damon’s child.

As she approached their room, she heard soft sobbing inside. Instantly alert, Jo rushed in — only to find Lucy bawling her eyes out on the bed. "Lucy? What’s wrong? Did someone hurt you again?" Jo asked, panicked, checking Lucy for fresh bruises. Her old injuries had already healed thanks to werewolf regeneration. Lucy shook her head, wailing harder. "It’s so wrong, Jo! It’s not fair!" she cried, clutching the book tightly against her chest. "Daisy’s pregnant, but Drake... he... he marries someone else!"