Percy Gets The Hunt Pregnant Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I wanted to rip through every mile of forest until I dragged her back by her hair and made her remember who she belonged to. Every report I received from my scouts brought nothing but dead ends, until this morning. When the scout reported a scent—faint, barely lingering in the outskirts of rogue territory—I knew it was hers. My hands gripped the armrest of my chair, a storm gathering in my chest. “Aura,” I whispered into the dark of my office. “She’s alive,” Caleb, my Beta, had whispered, eyes wide. The words shattered something inside me. A sharp, possessive hunger clawed at my chest.

“Yes. I wanted you to bear my child before. And I realize that we still have healing to do as a couple. But we can work on that during your pregnancy. I think Beowulf will be much more manageable if we have concrete proof you’re wholly my mate. And I think mothering his lycan pup will do that, reassure him, I mean.” “But only if you want to,” I tacked on. I really didn’t know what she’d been through emotionally with the Huntsman. I didn’t want to make it worse. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “Please. Put me in heat.” I dropped to my knees, taking her pants and underwear with me. Then I guided her leg up, so her foot rested on the changing bench. Then I put my face between her legs. Helen whimpe

Whispered conversations gradually surrounded me as I stood there, absorbing curious and malicious stares alike. "Don't blame Kandice—she just lost a baby, so she's not herself," Wendy said softly, shrinking into Daniel's arms while wearing an innocent expression that made her words sound damning. "What? This woman had a miscarriage?" The room buzzed with gossip, as if I were some kind of pariah. I looked around at their ugly faces, memorizing each one. A man cheats, but somehow the woman who got hurt becomes the target of judgment. "Alright, settle down everyone. I heard the heir to Zenith Pharmaceuticals is coming tonight," someone called out loudly—clearly trying to shut me up.

Jamie, quick to recover, sneered, "I don't want a tramp like you. I just came to get my child back! I won't let my kid call another man his father." His words made him sound noble and responsible. Meanwhile, Tracy snapped out of her trance. She brightened up again, jumping back into the drama. "So that's why you sneaked out that night! You figured out how to trigger Mr. Andrus' incubus nature, and he was tricked into accepting you when you were pregnant. Mr. Andrus, don't worry. We'll find a way to save you from her!"

Freesia’s POV The surface showed two bright pink lines. Holy shit. I thought he pulled out in time, that I'd be safe—but I never expected this... Panic set in as I collapsed onto the ground, my heart threatening to beat out of my chest. Why is fate playing such a cruel trick on me? I was pregnant with my stepbrother's child—the one who wanted nothing to do with me. My heart ached at the thought of how Zarek would react. Of course, he’d tell me to get rid of it. Or maybe he’d force me to pretend it wasn’t his, or just exile me from the pack altogether.

He leaned in closer in order to make a giant hickey on the collar bone. "You have to plead with me to let you cum, to allow you the pleasure of a climax." My eyes widened. "Don't you dare come without my permission darling," he warned. His dark eyes shone with desire. "If you do, I'll punish you in ways that you may or may never come to regret." The words echoed in my ears. Before I could process what was happening right there, he was lowering his head. To my cock. "Fuck... Alessandro," I ground out as he flicked his tongue over the head, licking away the precum leaking out of it.

I didn't tell him that the very day I found out Lucy was pregnant, I had made an international video call and accepted Richard's solemn proposal. Richard had loved me since we were pups. Even if I was never going to get the future I had waited for, someone else still deserved to receive the answer he had been waiting for. "Diana, I finally see what I did wrong," Lucius pleaded. "Please, can you undo the bond with him? I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you." As I watched him grovel at my feet, so desperate and humbled, I didn't feel a flicker of emotion.

“When my mother died, she also had the same flower pattern on the back of her neck like Peyton did.” ____________________ Third POV Peyton is now in the presence of Russel, her fated mate, who is evidently angry and distraught after learning what she had done. Despite trying to maintain his gentlemanly appearance, his anguish is slipping through, and Peyton can’t bear to see how much pain she’s caused him.

Percy is seated on the floor beside the shelves, reading something on his tablet. His hair is packed up into a bun, and he’s dressed like he’s walking a runway. That’s just the Percy look if I’m being honest. I had a girl dump me because someone said Percy was interested in dating... he wasn’t. Even I could tell that rumor was fake but she didn’t want him to know she was associated with me, in case it was true.

“Sip slowly. Eat a few crackers.” It would be sweet—if it wasn’t him. After a few minutes, I manage to stand. Persephone gives me a new toothbrush and I brush my teeth, trying to ignore the way Lucifer watches me like I’m made of glass. He insists on carrying me to the couch. Persephone kneels beside me, hands warm over my belly. It takes barely a minute before she opens her eyes and mouths, I’m sorry. She turns to Lucifer and says aloud, “Congratulations, my lord. You’re going to be a father.”