Pregnant Ino Novels & Stories

A petite woman asked as she looked at me with a smile. “I'm looking for Ingrid.” She looked at me curiously before pointing towards a woman in a wheelchair. My eyes widened as I noticed that she was heavily pregnant, and I became raged. I spent three months looking for her, and she was out here sleeping with humans and even getting pregnant. “Ingrid.” She looked at me and her eyes widened in shock. “How did you find me?” “The better question is, how many men have you slept with?”

A wave of sadness crashed over me, and it was so powerful that my legs crumbled and I slid to the floor, with tears streaming down my face. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I wasn’t supposed to be pregnant now. I’m only eighteen, and I’m still just a common wolfless Omega maid that the whole pack loved to abuse and humiliate. I’ve been bullied and beaten my whole life for not having a wolf, and now…now this? Pregnant without a mate, money or husband, I was doomed. I hugged my knees to my chest and started sobbing uncontrollably. How could I bring a child into this kind of life? A life where they would be ridiculed, abused, and treated like dirt for being born to someone like me?

I asked her. Inara’s grey eyes stared at me “Some things are meant to unfold slowly. Now ask me that question that had you running down to my house” She commanded. “Am I pregnant?” I whispered. I was so scared that I felt like throwing up again, but I held my breath and waited for her to tell me that it was all in my head and I wasn’t pregnant. “You carry the fiery moon in you, child.” She answered and I choked on a sob. “But how? Isn’t it too soon? We only had sex two days ago. Doesn’t it take more for me to get pregnant? A few more days?” I was hesitant to accept it even though I knew Inara would never tell a lie.

Being in Paris had always been a dream of hers, but now that she was here with Alexander, her husband, and expecting their first child, everything felt surreal. She stood in front of the mirror, admiring her reflection for a moment. Her pregnancy was starting to show, a small yet pronounced bump that made her heart flutter with excitement every time she looked at it. Amelia rested her hand on her belly, feeling an overwhelming sense of joy and love. She knew their baby was growing strong inside her, and it filled her with pride to be carrying this precious life.

I had reasons for slipping into this submissive role so easily, not even daring to fight back and I was not about to jeopardise that. BDSM doesn't affect or bring harm to pregnant women, as a matter of fact, it is deemed safe for pregnant subs to fulfil their sexual desires even when they are pregnant, but they are some acts and practices that aren't deemed safe, and those acts usually occur as a punishment which would have been completely pleasurable to me if I wasn't pregnant.

I rubbed my temples soothingly. "Mary is still a teenager and we know teenagers who are pregnant have a higher risk of getting high blood pressure, which is called the pregnancy induced hypertension. They also have a higher risk of preeclampsia. And this is a dangerous medical condition that can combine high blood pressure with excess protein in the urine." "It can disrupt the unborn baby's growth, which can lead to premature birth." "Is that all?" I asked, with an eyebrow asked.

I brought the Sonogram to the doctor, who informed me I was two months pregnant and recommended registering for antenatal care. Knowing that success required employment, I persisted and finally secured a job as a bartender. A month later, at three months pregnant, my boss promptly fired me, citing that he didn't want a pregnant woman working for him. Despite my efforts to find employment elsewhere, the stigma against hiring a pregnant woman persisted. Werewolf pregnancies varied in duration based on rank, with Alphas having the shortest at four months and regular wolves the longest at seven to eight months. Nicklaus, being an Alpha, meant I had limited time remaining.

Aria’s POV The doctor used the word rest six times in ten minutes. By the seventh time, I wanted to scream. “I am resting,” I insisted. The woman on the screen gave me a patient look during the video consultation. “With respect, Miss Collins, emotional stress affects pregnancy more than most people realize.” I sat curled into the corner of the couch, trying very hard not to look irritated. Across the room, Damien stood near the dining area speaking quietly with Marcus while pretending not to listen. Pretending badly.

Maybe it’s because she’s never been afraid of dragons, even though Ishir’s tiger gene is her dominant gene, maybe it’s because Cal gave her the Blessing of the Dragons, or maybe it’s just because Cyrene is one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever met inside and out, but she’s never held any fear of the dragons and even the most ferocious of us seems to adore my sister. My mother walks out with two of my sisters, Cyrene and Brooke. “Hello, my son. What brings you here?” she asks. I lean forward and sniff her, smelling the milky scent of another kitten on her. “Are you pregnant again, mother? Pretty soon, people will be saying it’s you who is planning to populate the earth with hybrids rathe

I turned to her with wide, pleading eyes. “Is this normal?” I demanded. “Am I broken? Is this some weird Omega hormone overload thing? Do I need pills? Therapy? A religious intervention?” She looked slightly horrified but tried to keep it together. “Pregnancy can heighten sensitivity,” she said, her voice as calm as possible considering I had just yelled about p**n. “Especially in bonded Omegas. The increase in estrogen, oxytocin, and endorphins during early gestation can cause elevated arousal and emotional instability. It’s not unusual.”