Severus Mpreg Novels & Stories

Seb looks at him again and Grey narrows his eyes, “Is she still in the pack?” Seb shakes his head, “No, fortunately. Her fated mate showed up the following year and she followed him back to wherever he lived.” Grey nods, “Good riddance. But if she was still here, I’d have had some fun with her. I know a good spell for genital warts, and a couple others as well.” Seb laughs, and Grey puts his hand on Seb’s shoulder. “I’m monogamous too, Sweetie. You wouldn’t catch me at an orgy. Gods, the germs alone.” He gives a theatrical shudder. Seb pulls him in for another kiss, and nips at his bottom lip, Grey moans softly and returns the gesture. Seb sighs,

Marcus stepped out of the circle and came toward me, his brows furrowed in thought. "Now that I think of it, Mauve wasn’t even supposed to still be pregnant after the fall." I turned to him, startled. "What do you mean?" He held my gaze, voice dipping low. "That day... when your husband left you. When he dropped you off—do you remember how?" My pulse quickened. "He didn’t just leave you. He threw you. He’s over six feet tall, Mauve. Any average wolf carrying a child would have lost it. But you didn’t."

My body flinched, but I held the shock in. “What about it?” Uncles Charles asked, probably finding it weird that Daxon was talking about that rule all of a sudden. Of course, he was the alpha now. He will make changes to the rules. “We need to add something else to that rule,” that little smirk appearing in the corner of his lips sank my heart into my chest. My eyes traveled to Serena, who had stopped eating too. Her eyes were drowned and her head was low, but I could tell it reminded her of her own pregnancy and abortion.

A dull throbbing at the base of my skull. I forced my eyes open, my body sluggish and slow to respond. The ceiling above me was unfamiliar, wooden beams stretching across the dimly lit room. The air smelled like pine and old books, tinged with something faintly metallic—blood. Not mine. I pushed up onto my elbows, groaning at the way my muscles protested. Then I heard it. "You should probably lie back down, Love." Arsen.

Just as Seraphine begins to adjust to her new role, disaster strikes. A mysterious illness sweeps through the pack, causing wolves to experience debilitating symptoms—high fevers, fatigue, and nightmares that leave them unable to shift. Panic ensues as pack members fall ill, and Seraphine’s earlier transformation becomes a liability rather than a strength. Many pack members begin to blame her, believing her connection to the Moon Goddess brought this curse upon them. Seraphine sat in the healer’s hut, watching as the pack’s youngest members were cared for, each one pale and feverish, their breaths shallow and strained. The air was thick with the scent of medicinal herbs and the quiet murmurs

She asked me. "I tried my best Soren but ever since Lord Ethane found out about my pregnancy he has refused to touch me. He doesn't even look my way, all he does is focus on that pet of his, Rosevelt. I can't go on like this, this potion just makes me so horny and I can't just control it and you know that" I said in sadness. "And you thought the only way out was having sèx with a random healer? I mean you barely know her. You know you are very lucky?" Soren said to me.

If she wasn't careful, she could topple over into the drink she'd just ordered. As we both sat and he mumbled something else about his companion, I thought about how hearing the details of Davis's sex life was not on my list of desirable activities. “Your wife is welcome to join us,” I suggested. Severus laughed. “My wife doesn’t travel with me, not if she can avoid it. Catalina does.” Nodding, I pursed my lips. “That’s convenient.” He shrugged. “She’s new, but so far I like what I’ve seen.” He leaned closer. “And there isn’t much I haven’t seen.” He looked around. “Where’s that cute little waitress that’s hot for you. Flag her down. I could use a drink.”

If she wasn't careful, she could topple over into the drink she'd just ordered. As we both sat and he mumbled something else about his companion, I thought about how hearing the details of Davis's sex life was not on my list of desirable activities. “Your wife is welcome to join us,” I suggested. Severus laughed. “My wife doesn’t travel with me, not if she can avoid it. Catalina does.” Nodding, I pursed my lips. “That’s convenient.” He shrugged. “She’s new, but so far I like what I’ve seen.” He leaned closer. “And there isn’t much I haven’t seen.” He looked around. “Where’s that cute little waitress that’s hot for you. Flag her down. I could use a drink.”

I stood there, phone in hand, frozen. Memories of the heats I'd helped him through flooded in. "Hello? You still there?" Louis's voice was cautious. I snapped back, my voice cracking. "Heat? What month is it? Serpent heat season isn't for another six months." "It shouldn't be," Louis sounded equally frantic, "but the doctors said the severity of his injury, combined with extreme emotional volatility," he stressed those words, "triggered it early." "Then use suppressants. Your clan has the highest-grade restricted suppressants. Give him a shot."

Severus couldn't help but feel drawn to the allure of being king, a desire he had harbored in secret for far too long. In the darkness of his quarters, Severus made a daring decision. Under the guise of a scouting mission, he slipped away from the Silver Dawn Pack and ventured toward the Silver Crest territory. He would find out what they had to offer, and if he deemed it worthy, he would align himself with them. As Severus neared the border of the rival pack's territory, his heart pounded in his chest. His every instinct screamed at him to turn back, but the allure of the throne kept pushing him forward. Eventually, he reached the agreed-upon meeting point.