Rejected But Pregnant Novels & Stories

After a moment of thought, the doctor cautiously offered, "If you don't want to keep the baby, I can assist with the abortion procedure." "No, no." Catherine quickly wrapped her arms around her belly. Though she still couldn’t believe she was pregnant, the moment someone suggested terminating the baby, her immediate instinct was to resist. She looked at the doctor in confusion and asked, "But... but I was told that the injury to my abdomen had damaged my uterus, making it impossible for me to conceive. How could I be pregnant now, doctor?"

My voice low and gruff, I reply, “You expect me to believe you? As soon as the baby is born, I’m sure you will break your promise.” “What if I don’t?” she asks. “In that case, you can be a part of our child’s life,” I say cautiously. “But I won’t change my stance on allowing you into my pack. People will gossip about why I’m taking back my rejection.” “And let me guess: you taking back your rejection is never going to happen?”

She’s not mamma, but she’s the closest I could get. After TWENTY-NINE hours from when I was admitted to the pack house to when I heard the shrill cries of my baby, I will NEVER do this again. Nope. I don’t care what anyone ever tells me. I don’t care if this is a girl and someone tries to push us to have a boy. I’m done. I refuse ever to be pregnant again. One combination of my and Jonathan’s genetics is more than enough for this world. Thank you very much.

LYRA’S POV “Pregnant?” I asked, walking back to the bed with shock over my face. “No, I’m not! Why would you think that?” I retorted. I’ve already been through enough, getting pregnant by someone who has practically rejected me will be the last straw that would break the camel’s back. A rejected pregnant Luna? Hell no! That would be a disaster. I don't think I'd be able to stand such a level of jest and shame. I heaved a sigh trying to shake off the thought from my mind.

I shook my head at her. “I refused his offer for a date and as you saw this morning, he sent a bouquet of flowers,” I took my cup of tea and was about to drink from it when Nichole’s voice stopped me, also raising glances from a few people. “You did what?” Her voice held misbelief. “What is wrong with you Eva? You are not seeing anyone, so why did you reject it?” “See Nichole. No one wants a woman who is pregnant with another man's child. I helped him by declining,”

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.

Two weeks passed like a blur, anxiety crippled Pamala. There were no other letters or threat. Whoever it was must have been bluffing, it was a silly trick. She didn't dwell too much on it. She was anxious about stepping outside, now the news of her Rejection had spread like wildfire she didn't want to people people throwing her looks of mockery or pity anywhere she went to, so she didn't go out at all. But it would be good to find a job and support her parents now that her hope for a mate was crushed. It was hard living, she felt like a shell. It hadn't gotten better but she was learning to cope with the pain.

"I do, Moon Goddess. But it's time for the truth to be disclosed." Ethan's pulse raced as he waited for the reveal. The Moon Goddess stretched a hand, and a shimmering picture arose in the air. It was a scenario from the past, one that unfurled like a vivid recollection. In the vision, a young Amelia, beautiful and optimistic, met with the mighty Alpha Gabriel Rivers. Their bond was apparent, and they exchanged pledges of love. It was a love that defied their positions in the pack. The image altered, exposing a horrible truth that had been suppressed for years. Amelia had been pregnant with Gabriel's kid, a forbidden love child that had been kept concealed from the world. A youngster who had

he briefed me and I only nod in return. "We are having a baby," I mumbled emotionally and stared intently into his eyes. "Yes, we are," he gave me a chaste kiss and the excitement could really feel. However, we should be cautious with everything to save the child from the danger of an imminent miscarriage. "I filed a restraining order to Olga. The woman couldn't come near you from now on," he notified me to not worry about her any further. Even he abhorred her for what happened to me. It was not a simple case that we nearly lose our precious angel. I tapped my stomach and felt happy to receive such a blessing from the heavens. Catie would be a big sister soon.

By the time the last sounds of the ceremony had faded from the other end of the pack house and the corridors had gone properly quiet, I had run out of things to test. I was pregnant with Dorian’s child and there was no way I was staying in this pack. The rejection alone was going to make things worse, I had already accepted that much while I was still running out of the hall with the laughter chasing me. But a pregnancy on top of it? An unmated omega with no rank and no standing, carrying the future Alpha’s child without his acknowledgment, without anyone in this pack who would lift a finger for her, without so much as a room that was actually hers? That wasn’t a life and I wasn’t going to b