Pregnant And Rejected Novels & Stories

Tiana asked, waddling in. One could hardly tell if she was pregnant or not but I knew she wasn’t. For years, we have been trying for a child but it just wasn’t working. I didn’t know what she had done to her womb but whatever it was, I knew with a strong feeling within me that she was incapable of having children. It was sad that I had fallen for her trickery at the earlier stage and now, I was roped in even more than I wanted. This wasn’t what I had planned for my life and with the realization that I might never father a child hanging over my head, I knew that my life was headed for doom. “What business of yours is it?” I snapped.

So I rejected her, acted like she wasn’t worthy, and threw her away. Some things are true like she embodies everything I hate. She is weak and clumsy, and she lives in a constant state of fear. She stuttered like a toddler, and I had no choice but to reject her. After showing, I step out and hear the door, wrapping the towel around myself, I walk into the room.

I could hear the concern in his voice. “Eric.” I muttered as my wolf kicked even harder within me. “I don’t— I don’t feel too well.” I changed the topic. I didn’t want Raymond knowing about the baby yet so I’d applied for a different package of hospital services. He nodded. “I can see that. What’s wrong? Did something happen?” “I'm pregnant but I drank alcohol. My wolf is restless. Please check on the baby. I don’t want to lose my child." I muttered the last part as a plea as again, I felt my eyes start to water. Damn these hormones.

“None of you. You lost every right the night you used my body and then rejected me like I was nothing but a toy you got bored with.” Ronan took a careful step forward, hands raised in a gesture of peace. “Elara, please. Just listen to us for one minute. We didn’t know you were pregnant. If we had known—” “If you had known, you still would have rejected me,” I cut him off bitterly, the words tasting like ash on my tongue. “I was wolfless. Fatherless. Worthless in your eyes. You made that crystal clear while I was still lying there on that dirty floor, naked and used, trying to cover myself with the shreds of my dress.”

Pain exploded through my veins, white-hot and blinding. Gasps filled the air. Rejection before the full moon. Before the pack. A humiliation that would stain my name forever. I tasted blood where I’d bitten my lip to keep from screaming. Kaelen watched me fall. He did not move to catch me. “I will choose a mate worthy of this pack,” he continued, voice detached. “Not a liability.” Liability. The word echoed in my skull. Something inside me cracked. Not fragile. Not broken. Cracked like the earth before a volcano erupts.

"You said 'us'. You said 'You rejected us'." He did the math. Five years ago. The rejection. The immediate departure. The age of the boy. He looked at my stomach, then back at my face. "You were pregnant," Kael whispered. The color drained from his face, leaving him ashen. "That night. At the Mating Ball. When I rejected you... you were already pregnant." I looked away. I could not look at the pain in his eyes. It was too raw. "Answer me!" Kael begged. His voice broke. "Elara, please. Was I... did I reject my own pup?"

the waitress replied. There and then, my world came crashing down before me. I was pregnant and obviously now rejected for no reason by my mate, who didn't only reject me but also marked my best friend, Layla, as his mate and Luna.

Raising her voice so it carried clearly through the thick wood into the office, she spoke with absolute finality. ​"I, Rexiana Johnson, accept your rejection, Alpha Clint Morris." ​She paused. The moment the formal acceptance left her lips, the suffocating throbbing in her chest eased just a fraction. The bond was truly, irrevocably dead. ​"Alpha, I am requesting my mother’s keepsake before I leave," Rexiana continued, her voice remarkably steady. "Maya has forbidden me from entering the Luna’s quarters." ​She waited. Seconds stretched into a painful silence. Then, from inside the office, came the violent sound of glass shattering against the back of the door, heavy fragments raining down on

Her expression shifted from shock to disbelief, then to something fierce and resolute, settling over her features like armor, locking into place. “Thank you for telling me,” she finally said. “Send the full file to my legal team within the hour. All of it.” She hung up slowly. “Elena.” Damian crossed the room, close enough now that she could see the genuine fear in his eyes. “Tell me.” “Your mother was half right, There was a fertility report four years ago. Inconclusive, low motility, nothing definitive. But it was never about you, Damian.” Elana said quietly.

"The mother absorbs the full force of a bond severance, Selene. Particularly at your current health levels. I would not recommend it." I nod slowly. "And if I were rejected while pregnant and already weakened — what are the long-term effects?" She's quiet for a moment. "You may not carry again." The words fall like stones into still water. I look down at my hands in my lap. I may not carry again. These two. These two small, impossible miracles are perhaps the only ones I will ever have. I stand up before she can say anything else, thanking her quietly, promising to rest, promising to eat. She gives me supplements and a look that carries more worry than any prescription.