Pregnant Gardevoir Novels & Stories

“It would be my honor to walk you down the aisle and give you away. I’m so happy for you.” “That’s not the only news we have to tell you,” I say. He looks at me in surprise and curiosity. “What other news is there?” “Well we actually just found out ourselves. I’m pregnant.” “Oh congratulations my dear, this is quite the eventful day. Do you know what you are having?” “Not yet but I don’t care either way. Am I able to still use my powers while pregnant? Derek told me I cannot shift while pregnant.” “Yes, you’ll still be able to use your powers. So when is the wedding?”

“How can I? I am pregnant. Do you want me to risk the life of our pup?” “Oh, come on, Genevieve!” Fenris exclaimed. “It’s not like this is the first time a female werewolf would shift and fight for her Alpha if she’s pregnant. My mother had fought for Alpha Tristan’s father when she was pregnant with me.” His statement drew some silent laughs. “No!” she squealed as she placed her hand on her belly. “Beta Cassian can fight against your Luna! I just can’t take—” “You can,” I pushed. “Enough!” Tristan growled. “Genevieve is pregnant with the heir of the Shadowvale pack. She won’t fight. Beta Cassian will fight against you.”

The words landed heavy, her whole world suddenly stilling for a second. She was pregnant. “Good, thank you,” she heard Alaric say to the doctor. “You may leave now.” She heard the door click shut again, Alaric speaking up the second they were alone again. “You heard him. You’re pregnant. You’re carrying my heir. The heir to the Storm pack.” “Let’s talk again during dinner about the changes that’ll be taking place now,” he continued. “For now, I need to inform my mother and make necessary preparations. I’ll see you later then.”

The royal gardens of Shadowfang Castle lay shrouded in silver moonlight, ancient trees casting long shadows across winding stone paths. Omega Cassian Vale moved through them like a ghost, his cloak drawn tightly around his changing form. The pregnancy had progressed further, his belly now showing a clear, soft swell beneath his robes. His chest felt heavy and tender, nipples constantly leaking small beads of sweet colostrum that soaked through the inner lining of his garments. His scent had become dangerously potent, lush jasmine and honey thick with fertile pregnancy glow, making it harder to hide from keen alpha noses.