Pregnant And Rejected Novels & Stories

In my pack, rejected wolves were treated worse than dormant wolves. As I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I knew that I was in even greater trouble. I was pregnant. My wolf told me. Wolf pregnancies only lasted for two months and in two weeks, my stomach would be the size of a medium-sized pot. If he rejected me, he would also reject this baby. An unmated pregnant wolf was even worse than a rejected wolf and a dormant wolf put together.

He insisted, shaking his head as he angrily stood up on me. I stood up and took my ground. “The pregnancy is yours. You can't deny it.” My voice is stern and steady. “In our three year marriage, we strive to have a child but we have no answer. Now that God has answered our prayer, you decided to reject it. I can't believe this.”

It had burst through the door. I sat curled on the couch with a blanket around my shoulders, Finn asleep upstairs, and Rhys pacing the floor like a caged animal. The only sound in the room was the low hum of the air conditioner and the occasional creak of the wood floor beneath his feet. The photo of the sonogram still burned in my hand, as if letting it go would make it real or maybe unreal… Ciara. Pregnant. With Rhys’ child. The words echoed in my mind like a drumbeat. Rhys had called her. She didn’t pick up.

And now… she was standing beside Jared. The same Jared who had rejected Georgia five years ago. The same Jared who had humiliated her in front of the entire pack when the Moon Goddess had chosen her as his mate. The memory struck like a blade to her chest. The way he had looked at her with disgust, the way he had sneered at the very thought of her being bound to him. You? My mate? he had spat. , I’d rather die than accept the Moon Goddess’s mistake. Georgia had felt humiliated that night, broken and rejected. She had sworn never to return.

But as I went about my chores, my movements were devoid of the energy I’d once had. The market was my last stop that day. I needed to purchase some food items for the kitchen, though every step I took felt like I was dragging a boulder behind me. I didn’t see them at first—the group of women who had always found joy in tormenting me. But their voices cut through the air as I approached the vendor. “Well, well, look who’s here.” One of them said, her tone dripping with mockery. “The rejected mate.” My grip on the basket tightened, but I kept my head down, hoping they’d lose interest if I ignored them.

LYRA’S POV “Pregnant?” I asked, walking back to the bed with shock over my face. “No, I’m not! Why would you think that?” I retorted. I’ve already been through enough, getting pregnant by someone who has practically rejected me will be the last straw that would break the camel’s back. A rejected pregnant Luna? Hell no! That would be a disaster. I don't think I'd be able to stand such a level of jest and shame. I heaved a sigh trying to shake off the thought from my mind.

"You can't... my stomach... I'm pregnant. The rejection is already hurting the baby." ​Osric froze. The blood drained from his face entirely, leaving him looking hollowed out. His eyes dropped to my belly. "Pregnant?" he whispered, the word laced with pure dread. He looked up at Lily, then back to me, his hands beginning to shake. "The Alpha heir... if Sylus's wolf energy continues to reject your body, it will miscarry, Seris. The counter-rejection will kill the fetus." ​Beside the cot, Lily moved frantically, pressing a freezing cloth to my burning forehead. But relief evaded me with each second that passed.

This world truly was a small place. We don't know you were pregnant, Grace was saying. I had to take off from analyzing Adrian’s father and the strange twist of fate the world had just handed me. Her words pulled me straight back to my reality, and it suddenly hit me that they might reject me because of it. My heart almost shattered into tiny pieces at the thought. “We weren’t informed that you were expecting a child,” she added. I shifted uncomfortably on the couch, trying to keep a polite smile on my face despite the rising anxiety in my chest.

Bianca and I were switched before birth. She became the beloved daughter of both families. I became the girl neither one wanted. Every month, I carried a suitcase between two guest rooms while Bianca kept a bedroom, parents, and a place at the table in both estates. Then Bianca was diagnosed with a deadly blood disorder, and both families demanded that I become her stem cell donor. There was only one problem. My donor screening showed that I might be seriously ill too. They refused to read my medical report. They called my nosebleed an attention-seeking stunt. Then they forced me to voluntarily surrender every claim to both families before they would pay for my tests. The next day, I learned

"What kind of old law?" Elena kept her eyes on her toast. "Anything about rejected mates. About what happens if—" She made herself say it slowly, like it was hypothetical, like it wasn't a question that had kept her awake half the night. "About what happens if a rejected mate turns out to be pregnant." The kitchen went very quiet.