Raven Pregnant Novels & Stories

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.

In the background, the noise from the dark wood filled the room through the window as I stared out at the starless night. He was still by the way not far from where I had left him, having taken just a few steps still squealing about the news I tilted my head. “That isn't even the big news. " I licked his lips as I watched him run his teeth across the bottom one thoughtfully. "What could be more controversial than this?" He asked. " My unborn child is in a critical state. " I said quickly. His traveled back up my body slowly, and he was in search of anything that would give my expression away as a prank, joke whatever —

"You're lying. This is some sick joke." "I'm not." His eyes never left mine. "I didn't know how to tell you earlier. But you need to know before we do anything. Before I touch you." Pregnant. The word echoed in my skull. Me. Aiden Grey. Former Alpha. Heir to an empire. Pregnant. I slid down the wall, knees giving out completely. "No. No, this can't be happening. I was supposed to rule. I was supposed to be... everything."

"She's the mother of his child." "Torvin doesn't know that," the woman said. "Not officially. As far as the council knows, you left pack lands three days ago without explanation and returned with a rejected mate and an infant no one's been told about. Whatever the truth is, Kael, it looks exactly like the picture he's painting."

I could have sworn I just fainted; a big ass man like me has dropped like a little bundle to the floor. Did I just hear right? Did I just hear that Raven is pregnant? I think if I open my eyes, I will soon find out. But I am scared. Am I ready to be a father? Am I even the father type kind of man? I am so not prepared for this; then again, I am a bodyguard, I need to be ready for the most unexpected things.

She smiled, “Hmm. I see this conversation is going to be interesting. Fill me.” “I just received a message from one of my spies in the Dark Moon Pack.” I started. “Mm-hmm.” “He reported that Raven has been troubled for a few days now, and he had even visited the hospital with his wife.” “Are they sick or something?” She asked, seeming interested to know. “Not really. They visited a consultant due to the issue of not having a child. You know, it's three months since he got married to his wife and she hasn't… you know, taken in.”

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.”

"Ensure she isn't left alone for now." "I'll stay with her." Brian nodded in agreement. Raven nodded slowly, still disoriented. She opened her mouth to speak, but the doctor continued. "And you’ll be glad to know the baby is fine." Raven's eyes widened in shock. "What baby?" She and Brian said in unison. The doctor chuckled, mistaking Brian's surprise for excitement. "Congratulations, your wife is having a baby," he said to Brian. "She's three months pregnant." Raven's heart pounded in her chest. Pregnant? How could that be? She didn't have any symptoms until just a few days ago.

She’s been meeting with other Alphas—some of them former enemies—working to mend alliances and rebuild trust. My hair has started to grow back, covering the bald spots. My scars are healing, and I’ve felt… happier. Raven officially welcomed me into her pack and even made me her Beta. But this isn’t a happy ending. Life still brings its fair share of pain along with the good. Being five months pregnant with Gabriel’s child isn’t exactly the joyful experience most expect. Raven suggested I terminate the pregnancy—but that’s not her decision. It’s no one’s decision but mine. And I chose to keep the baby.

“Your pussy is extra greedy right now, babygirl. Perfect time for Daddy to pump you full until your belly swells even more.” Raven whimpered, legs shaking. She was already sore beyond belief from the all-night destruction and the brutal punishment fuck earlier. Her holes were swollen, red, and still leaking his cum. “Damien… I’m already pregnant,” she whispered hoarsely. “Doesn’t fucking matter.” He spun her around, bent her over the back of the couch, and slammed his thick cock balls-deep into her dripping cunt in one merciless thrust. “FUUUUCK!” Raven screamed, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks.