Remarried Empress Navier Pregnant

When Emily hears that her childhood sweetheart and contract husband, Carlos, wants a divorce, her world starts crashing down. She's hurt and heartbroken. And if that isn't bad enough... She's pregnant.

Christine was dumped by her fiancé. She decided to drink her sorrows away. After a one-night stand with someone she didn't know, she discovered she was pregnant. Left alone with no other choice, she decided to raise her daughter alone, struggling financially with no one to help. Future Alpha Reyes was banished from his pack after being accused of murdering his older brother's wife from the Blood Crest Pack. He let his guard down that night and had with a lady he didn't know. He later became a successful billionaire in the city and built his own pack. He has been relentlessly searching for the woman he slept with, unable to erase her from his memory. Years later, he spotted her at a mall with a little girl who bore a striking resemblance to him. He can't deny the fact that he is definitely the father of the little girl who he was staring at. Will Christine embrace Reyes once she discovers his true identity? What unfolds when the Blood Crest Pack summons him? Do you believe they will accept a human as their Luna?

They say revenge is a dish best served cold. Mine's been chilling for five years. The night James Reed kicked me out of his life, I was pregnant, penniless, and naive enough to believe love mattered more than money. He taught me better. When you're bleeding out in the rain, clutching your stomach while your best friend laughs from his doorway, you learn exactly what you're worth to people like them. Zero. But the woman who nearly died that night? She stayed dead. The one who came back is someone else entirely. Anna Quinn. Lost daughter of California's most powerful family. CEO of her own pharmaceutical empire. And the silent majority shareholder in James Reed's failing company. He's about to learn what happens when you build an empire on stolen foundations. His marriage has cracks he doesn't see. And the investors keeping him afloat? They answer to me now. He thinks he's untouchable. That my formula made him invincible. But success built on stolen work has a way of crumbling when the original genius decides to pull the rug out. I don't want him back. I want him ruined. And this time, I'm the one holding all the cards.

When Kaira walked in on her boyfriend of two years, tangled in her sister’s sheets on Christmas Eve, something inside her shattered beyond repair. Stumbling into a bar, heart numb and vision blurred, she wanted only to forget. So when a devastatingly handsome stranger approached, she offered herself to him, no questions asked. Until consequences found her. A missed period, and a pregnancy she wasn't expecting. Panicked and ashamed, Kaira vanished, unaware that the man she ran from was no ordinary stranger. He was an Alpha. And he would burn the world to ashes to find the woman carrying his heir, no matter how long it took.

Eight months into my pregnancy, my husband finally makes time from his police duties to go to a prenatal checkup with me for the first time. The moment we step into the hospital, his satellite-encrypted phone buzzes urgently. The caller ID flashes briefly, and just like that, the man who's always calm and collected panics. "Honey, it's a red alert. Another international fugitive just crossed the border. I… I'm sorry…" He's clearly anxious, yet his tone is firm, leaving no room for argument. After apologizing, he rushes off. As I watch his SUV speed out of sight, my fist clenches tightly, crumpling the prenatal checkup sheet. I flag down a cab, slide into the car, and swiftly instruct the driver, "Follow that car. Don't lose it." A Red Notice for a fugitive? What a joke. My father, who works at the National Security Agency, barely catches wind of a notice like that. Yet, somehow, a mere police chief who only assists with cases is suddenly tasked with catching a high-priority criminal. Fine, then. I can't wait to meet the superior who's given him such an urgent assignment.

Does he really think so little of me? After everything I’ve done for him, for this pack, is this all I’m worth to him? Astrid’s voice breaks through my thoughts, her tone soft but firm. "You deserve better." I close my eyes, letting her words wash over me. She’s right. I do deserve better. But how do I move forward when my entire world has been centered around him? And why, after everything, do I still feel the faintest hope that he’ll come after me? Will he even care that I’ve walked away? Or is this the end of everything?

When I was eight months pregnant, my Beta mate Derek's mistress offended the Alpha and was sentenced to three months in silver prison. Derek wanted me to serve her time. I stared at him in disbelief. "I'm carrying our child. How can I go to prison? What if something happens to the baby—" He roughly cut me off. "It's just three months, isn't it? Your wolf is so strong, but Sophia is just an Omega. Could you really bear to watch her die?" He forcibly threw me into prison to take punishment for his precious Sophia, where I was whipped with silver chains. Through this ordeal, my wolf nearly died. That day, I had a lot of bleeding during childbirth and almost went into shock. Meanwhile, the photos of him in bed with his mistress spread all over the pack. When Derek’s brother Ethan, who had a crush on me for many years, rushed to the hospital, my voice was eerily calm. "You are right. Derek is not worthy of being my mate. You promised me that once I gave birth to the child, you would help me leave. I want to break my mate bond with Derek."

My ex-boyfriend’s first love insisted on dragging me onto the drop tower ride, which caused me to have severe bleeding from the trauma. When it happened, he used her fear of blood as an excuse to cover her eyes and hurry away, abandoning me in a pool of blood. In that critical moment, Steven Landers, the amusement park designer, rushed me to the hospital just in time. After losing the baby, I was completely devastated. Then to my surprise, he got down on one knee at the amusement park and proposed, promising me happiness for the rest of my life. After we got married, I became pregnant again. But I accidentally stumbled across his chat with a ride maintenance worker. "Mr. Landers, your wife already lost a child because of Miss Smith. You mentioned she has difficulty getting pregnant, so why are you pulling the same trick to get her on the drop tower again?" Steven casually touched his wedding ring and replied, "She's the reason Anne can never be a mother, so I absolutely won't let Myla give birth to a child that would upset her." "But that's your child too! How can you do this?" "So what? This is what she owes Anne. The drop tower is the perfect way to make it look like an accident. Tomorrow is Myla's birthday, and I'll personally take her on the ride. If she tries to run, I need all of you to help catch her!" So that was his plan all along—to use the drop tower to cause another "accident" and make me lose my baby!

In the fifth month of my pregnancy, my husband brought back his first love, who was eight months pregnant and causing a stir about getting a divorce. I politely told him that pregnant women would influence each other, which wasn’t good for the child. Alex, however, smashed a water glass and said in disgust, "Sarah is depressed because of the divorce, and the only one she can rely on is me! Do you want her to die?" I felt nauseous and vomited, unable to sleep through the night, and my health worsened with each passing day. To make her happy, he filled the house with lilies. But he had forgotten that I was allergic to lilies and locked me in the room, saying, "Let’s see if you can get an allergic reaction if you can’t smell the lilies." I bled continuously, desperately calling him for help for both myself and the child, but he simply said that I was still early in the pregnancy and there wouldn’t be any problems. When the fetal movements stopped, I had completely given up. It was at that moment that he frantically pushed open the door.

Alora Hale lost her voice five years ago. By the time she realized it, her husband had already replaced her. Silenced by an accident and slowly erased from her own marriage, Alora lives quietly beside a man who no longer sees value in her— until the night he sends her to a hotel under false pretenses and sells her body for profit. She escapes. But that survival leaves her with something she never expected. Pregnant by a stranger who vanishes without a trace, Alora is divorced, stripped of her child, and cast out with nothing into a city that rewards power and devours the weak. Determined to destroy her devilish husband, she begins hunting for the only person capable of crushing him. Morningstar. The most feared businessman in the city; the kind of man whose absence can collapse markets. Morningstar is stunning, untouchable, unapproachable, and rumored to be incapable of attachment. He is also the last man Alora ever expected to find… and the father of her unborn child. Bound together by a secret neither of them planned, Alora is pulled into Morningstar’s world under a strict contract— one that might dissolve into live love or chaos. In the end, secrets would be unraveled and betrayals would surface as the quiet woman everyone underestimated begins her rise. Because when a woman who has lost everything decides to fight back, she doesn’t beg. She destroys.