Pregnant And Rejected Omega Novels & Stories

“An unwanted omega, traded to a ‘strong’ Alpha for political advantage. No one asked if I agreed. No one cared.” A flicker of memory: the cold carriage, the weight of too‑heavy jewels, the certainty she was being driven to her own death. “I was told my consent was irrelevant because I was omega,” she went on. “That my body was a tool for alliances. For heirs. For my Alpha’s pleasure. Not mine.” Across the table, one of the omega delegates—a thin, grey‑haired woman with a faded bruise at her throat—sat a little straighter.

I’d never taken wolfsbane except as prescribed by healers for minor ailments, had been so careful about everything I put in my body for seven years. The realization crashed over me like ice water. What did it mean for an Alpha trying to produce an heir to secretly carry fertility suppressants? Another female? Or worse. I suddenly recalled how Rowan had often insisted the pack omegas prepare special teas for me, claiming they would strengthen my womb. In that instant, I felt my entire world tilt sideways. My trembling hands knocked against the inner pocket of the bag and a photograph fell out, its edges worn white from being handled countless times.

I whispered to my stomach. A flood of nervous thoughts began to swirl through my mind. What would I say when I finally stood before him? How would he react when he saw me? Would he smile? Would his eyes light up, or would he look at me with hesitation? Most of all, what would he say about the baby? Would he embrace us, or would he see us as a burden? Despite my doubts, that strange, inexplicable warmth deep within me continued to spread, humming softly beneath my skin. Somehow, it steadied my racing heart and quieted the fears swirling inside me.

Mathew asked, his voice clipped. The doctor hesitated, glancing between the two of them before answering. "He is pregnant, b— but—" "But what?" Mathew's eyes narrowed, sharp as glass. The doctor cleared his throat, clearly struggling to find the right words. "Ahem. S-since Silius is a recessive omega, and, um, recessive omegas have a lower chance of getting pregnant..." He trailed off, adjusting his glasses with a nervous hand. "But since you're an Enigma, he still got pregnant. The thing is—"

Then, in a stern voice Mitch had never heard from her before, she said, “Director. As I told you last time, male omegas have a higher risk of miscarriage from mid-pregnancy. A miscarriage at this stage can have serious consequences for the pregnant person. It could even become life-threatening.”

Amber gripped my shoulders tightly and said, "Mona, you and Edmund had a small spat. There's no need for such an extreme act. After all, the pup is innocent!" I saw how anxious she was and smiled helplessly. Someone unrelated to my pup fought desperately to save its life, knowing how hard it was for me to conceive. But what about Edmund? As the father, he not only refused to believe in the pup's existence, but he even wanted me to abort it. I shook my head and said firmly, "I've decided. I don't want this pup." I no longer wanted the pup, and I no longer wanted Edmund either. The procedure went smoothly. Perhaps the pup had somehow felt my grief and understood that its birth would only make

Bonds at that level were notoriously volatile nearly unbreakable under normal conditions. But when rejected? Catastrophic. She had read the studies. Omegas bonded to S-Tier Alphas who experienced rejection rarely survived longer than six months. And Kieran had been living with a rejected S-Tier bond for two months already. Now he was pregnant. With twins. From the same Alpha who was actively rejecting him. Dr. Chen set her coffee down when she realized her hands were shaking. There were no protocols for this. No precedent. Most omegas didn’t survive long enough after S-Tier rejection to conceive.

Some of my main fears were to either be rejected by my mate or to receive my first heat without finding him, most omegas in our pack were rejected because of their mates fear of facing the alpha if he ended up choosing that same omega, and most omegas that went in heat before finding their mates were given to the high ups as means of reward and release. Everything was messed up and horrible, the omegas ended up becoming pregnant mostly, if the guy who had impregnated them was kind enough, he allowed the omega to keep the pup, if he was heartless he talked to the alpha's who would decide to either kick them out of the pack or forcefully make the omega abort. After the abortion or exile the om

Tamia turned to ask the doctor Who nodded in acknowledgement. " Your mother and I were close back those days and although she Never told me who the bastard was, she did tell me that it was her Mate who Rejected her after she announced that they were expecting. The baby she was carrying was strong for her Omega body and the fact that she got rejected only worsened her health. It is still a miracle how she managed to carry you to full term. I actually thought at some point that she would not survive." The doctor explained. He had a look on nostalgia on his face.

I wasn’t just another concerned friend—I was Erlan fucking Lark. And when I turned up the pressure; when I let my voice drop, my eyes go cold and my money talk, they finally cracked. “She was pregnant,” the head Omega whispered. I couldn’t breathe. “We had to ask her to leave. We don’t house pregnant Omegas. It was… policy.” Pregnant. Amber was pregnant. It felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. Like my bones were shattering, one by one. I staggered outside in a daze, eyes burning, throat clenched so tight I couldn’t even scream.