Pregnant And Rejected Novels & Stories

"From my pack." Lucas raised an eyebrow. "Your pack?" he repeated. "You mean there are more of you?" I nodded. "Yes. I was...I was their mate. But they rejected me." Lucas frowned. "Rejected you?" he said, his voice softening. "What do you mean?" I looked away, unable to meet his gaze. "They...they didn't want me. I wasn't good enough for them." Lucas didn't say anything for a long moment, but I could feel his eyes on me. "I'm sorry," he said finally. "That must have been hard."

The weight of the girl's rejection as his Mate pressed down upon him, a bitter pill to swallow. "I reject you as my Mate," she declared, her words piercing the silence. Adam's gaze dropped to his feet, a mix of sadness and resignation etched upon his face. The pain of the rejection seared through his heart, but he knew that accepting it was the only path forward. His voice steady, Adam replied, "I accept the rejection." It was a solemn affirmation, an acknowledgment of the love that would forever remain unfulfilled. The girl's smile, though tinged with a touch of sadness, spoke volumes of her gratitude for his understanding.

She breathed in fresh air and for the fourth time that day, she let out a defeated sigh as her shoulders slumped. She had been at it all week. And every time she got her hopes up, they would get dashed. And as she analyzed their reason for rejecting her, they were beginning to sound alike. "Am sorry we can't take you in because of your condition. It would be hard to find a workplace that is willing to accept you this far into your pregnancy. They could get sued if anything were to happen to you while working" She replayed the words of the very first interview that she had embarked on.

It was Aunt Lucy again. “Aeon, sweetheart. Can you calm down? As long as Amara is healthy, we’re good. We just need to wait until she tells us.” Mom tried to calm Dad, and my eyes watered. I should have trusted that Mom would not turn her back on me. But pregnancy was different from rejection. I was still embarrassed by my action, and I knew that, even without saying anything, Jace understood, and that was the reason he was okay with us not telling anyone about the rejection until we had a solution.

The second she noticed the kind of bag I had with me, the kind pregnant women usually carried, she looked shaken. Her breath hitched. When she finally opened her mouth, her voice trembled. "Raymond, why do you have that bag?" I instinctively touched the bag slung over my shoulder. "Oh, my wife's pregnant. She's about four months along now." Her eyes widened in shock. She stumbled back, leaving deep footprints in the snow. A moment later, her eyes lit up again. Rushing toward me, she exclaimed in a desperate tone, "This is fine, Raymond! We can get married right now, and I'll have your children. We can start over! I can have a whole bunch of kids with you!"

Her silence was killing me. "Don't panic, Alessia. This isn’t a definite outcome, but it’s a very real possibility." I could barely feel my own body, as if the air had been sucked out of the room. "Right now," she continued, "your body is rejecting the pregnancy." Rejecting? "It seems like you are under a lot of stress. It's not only harming you, but the baby as well!" She leaned forward. "If something doesn’t change, you may have no choice."

After hours of tests, the doctor finally walked back into my room. "Doctor... the baby?" I was drenched in sweat, but the localized cramping had finally dulled. I felt a crushing wave of regret. No company, no microchip, was worth the life of my child. "The pup is stable, Collins," the doctor said, his voice stern. "But you are not. You’re under extreme physiological stress. If you don't control your heart rate and your emotions, your body will reject the pregnancy to save itself. Do you understand?"

I decided to tell him my story, for him to decide if he would accept me or not. “So, you mean you're pregnant for your ex?” His question brought me back from my thoughts. “Yes.” I nodded, playing with my fingers as I waited for his rejection. “Paige,” he called, but I didn't dare to look at his face. “Look at me, Paige,” he commanded, and I raised my head to look at him. “Just because you're pregnant with someone else's baby doesn't mean I'll reject you. I'm not happy about it, no doubt, but I won't reject you.” He said as he cupped my face with his hands.

My stomach kept growling because I refused to eat or drink anything there. "Hey, stupid! Aren't you going to eat? This is the second day, and you've been rejecting the food. Do you have a death wish? You're pregnant, and you've refused to eat" One of the women scorned. She dropped the tray of food in front of me. "I don't want my child to be aborted. I can't eat anything that I'm being served here. I'd rather die than eat any of this" I gulped nervously.

"I can't be pregnant." "I understand this is shocking. Especially given your current medical situation with the rejected bond." Dr. Patel set the tablet aside. "That's actually why you're experiencing such severe symptoms. Pregnancy hormones and bond rejection create a dangerous combination. Your body is trying to maintain a pregnancy while simultaneously fighting a rejected bond. It's putting enormous stress on your system." Maya's hand tightened on his. "Is pregnancy viable? Is Kieran in danger?" "The pregnancy appears viable currently. But yes, Mr. Hunt is at significant risk. Rejected bonds during pregnancy can cause complications severe nausea, pain, potential miscarriage, preterm labor