Pregnant Loki Novels & Stories

I stood there, broom in hand, feeling the world around me blur as my wolf’s voice echoed in my mind. “What? I’m… pregnant?” I could hardly believe it. My hands instinctively moved to my stomach, the weight of the realization settling over me. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I had been careful; I had taken all the precautions. But my wolf wouldn’t lie, and the truth of it sank in with a painful clarity. “All the late symptoms you've been showing leads to that. You're carrying a pup inside you," she confirmed again making me fret.

Orion had already told his lovely pack members about his sister who was rejected by her mate and that was why this doctor is treating me with some kind of sympathy. I turned my head to the other side of the bed, disinterested in whatever she had to say next. At this stage, all I wanted was to just be alone. But her next words shocked me. “Seems like you’re pregnant,” she said, “after testing your blood to see if any traces of silver could be found I—” I interrupted her with loud shushing noise, my eyes wide with fright and my finger on my lips. My eyes darted around to see if we were alone and fortunately we were.

this gets the attention of both men who turn to me. “I’m pregnant. It hurts please help me,” I close my eyes tightly as if shutting them will keep out the affliction and clench my clothing to the point that the ends of the fabric are now crumpled and distressed. It’s enough that the man at the Alpha’s side quickly kneels next to me, placing a hand on my stomach probably listening out for my unborn baby’s heartbeat. “She’s telling the truth, she’s pregnant,” I watch over the man’s shoulder and see a flicker of panic cross Caspian’s fierce expression.

After almost an hour of waiting, he finally got a message from Filipo. His fingers were trembling when he touched the phone screen. Filipo sent a photo. In the photo, he saw a man hugging a woman. Leonardo enlarged the photo for a better view. He recognized the man in the photo. "That's Anderson. Who is this woman?" Leonardo could not clearly see the woman's face in the photo. "This bracelet..." Leonardo said, trying to remember something. His eyes did not blink to see the bracelet worn by the woman in the photo. "I remember now. The bracelet of hope.... This woman.... Zivanna.... Zivanna Mariah Electra.... I have to go to the hospital now." Leonardo stood up and ran out of the room.

he murmured, tilting his head as if to get a better look, “but I think your stomach is bigger than it was last night.” Raven’s breath hitched. She glanced down at herself, her pulse quickening as she pressed a hand to the small but undeniable swell beneath her fingers. “Why is my stomach so large already?” she asked, a hint of unease creeping into her voice. “Most wolves have a pregnancy cycle of four months.” Damien exhaled, his expression shifting into something thoughtful. “I don’t know,” he admitted, his voice softer now. “You’re coming along faster than expected. But I don’t think you should worry—it could be from your lineage.”

My lips started wobbling as I tried so hard to hold my tears but I was so scared. “Please forgive me.” “The only thing that will make me forgive you is if you tell me what the results are. Only the news of my child will save you Alessia so tell me what is it?” My eyes widened and my fear doubled as I thought about my child. I can't tell him! He will take my child away from me. No, I can’t do that, it’s my child, not his. I thought, my eyes widening in horror. “I’m not pregnant…I took several tests and they all came out negative. I also just finished seeing my period.” He angrily grabbed my neck and started pressing down on my windpipe.

It remained the same, glaring back at me. My legs gave out on me. I slid to the floor, a band of lead wrapped around my chest as I struggled to breathe. I was pregnant.

It was actually my idea to go for that prenatal checkup. Compared to other women six months along, my belly was far too big—almost the size of someone carrying twins. I looked it up online. A baby that grew too large could make delivery dangerous for both mother and child. That was why I suggested another hospital visit, just to be safe. I never expected that this marriage, or James' six years of persistence in chasing me, was nothing but a complete lie. I was never his wife. I was just the substitute carrying the child he wanted for himself and Natasha.

Marco asked, making the doctor silent again, as if contemplating how to answer Marco's question. "We will do our best to sustain the fetus. The fetus can still develop as long as the mother's heartbeat remains stable, and with the equipment we've installed, we hope everything will go more smoothly. Miss Letta is also expected to regain consciousness soon," the doctor said, making Marco rub his face roughly. How could the situation become this complex? Why did he never know that Letta was pregnant? The doctor said she was four weeks pregnant, which meant Letta was already pregnant before Marco took her to meet his family, Marco thought, finally turning back to the doctor.

“Loki, don’t be sad. I won’t blame you for the past anymore. From now on, I’ll stay in Vanaheim, I’ll always be with you… you will always be my most beloved brother.” Golden butterflies fluttered around me, their wings drifting down like the winter snow of Vanaheim. Within the light, my vision was gradually swallowed by brightness. “Why are you leaving me at a time like this?” Loki clutched me in panic, the golden glow reflecting on his long lashes. “…You’re already pregnant.” “What?” “You’re carrying my child.” I stared at him in shock, one hand over my stomach, my mind in chaos. At that moment, hundreds of golden butterflies rose into the air. I could no longer see his face clearly, yet I