Siren Thorn Pregnant Novels & Stories

“I can understand your concern, honorable envoy. But desperate times need desperate measures! I was in dire need of proof as this matter directly affected my personal life. Irene’s pregnancy is related to the revival of the sacred mate-bond. So, I didn’t wish to take any chances.” Mr. Thompson nodded, and scanned the papers with a frown. Then he lifted his head as if the truth had just punched him in the chest. “This is negative …” That silence that followed his words was indeed suffocating. Irene’s hands clutched her stomach as her breathing hitched. She cried out piteously.

I tried to spit it out, but he held his hand firmly over my mouth. "Swallow it." I had no choice but to obey. As the liquid entered my system, the Silverthorn Toxin was temporarily suppressed, and the pain eased slightly. Perhaps because of our mate bond, the tension in Fenris's face relaxed as well. "Alpha!" A frantic knock came from the door. "Enter," Fenris said, releasing me and smoothing his cuffs. His Beta, Marcus, burst in, his face alight with excitement. "Good news!" Marcus's voice trembled. "Alpha! Vanessa… she's pregnant!"

But she couldn’t hide it from him, not when the mate bond would show him everything she was feeling within days anyway. “I’m pregnant,” she said quietly. The silence that followed was heavy with everything neither of them wanted to say. Through the bond she felt his immediate joy, the surge of hope he couldn’t control, and then the crash as reality set in and he remembered what happened to Lyra, remembered the curse that the moon goddess had spoken, remembered that being pregnant didn’t mean they’d get to keep this child any more than they’d kept the first one. “How long have you known?” Theron asked, coming to kneel beside her.

said Andre as he pulled a small bag from his pocket and handed it to Imara. “Merci, Andre,” Imara said then she kissed his cheek. As she walked away, Imara clutched the bag to her chest and smiled as tears streamed down her face while she walked back to her bedroom. When she got inside, she went to her dresser and tucked the bag inside the top drawer. When Imara left the kitchen, Thorin rubbed his hand across his chin. “Huh. I don’t know about this.” Ben took his plate to the sink then crossed his arms and faced Thorin. “She’s pregnant.”

"I told you two weeks ago that the worst is yet to come and there's absolutely nothing any of us can do about it..." My body automatically tense as I listen to him speak. The worst again? But haven't we passed and gone over that stage? I wonder to myself before I angrily ask "Yes, you said that but I thought the worst had come and gone. They've both been through a lot. His mate especially. Right now, she's pregnant and..." "Thor's mate is pregnant?" Elias interrupts me. He looks surprised with a hint of a smile on his face. "Yes, she is and Thor has no idea. He has no idea about her pregnancy. He also has no idea that he sent her to prison himself!..."

“Give it to me.” I handed it over, my pulse pounding as he unlocked it. He scrolled fast, his thumb moving in sharp, impatient flicks until suddenly he froze. I watched his whole expression shift—first confusion, then disbelief, then a dark fury that seemed to roll off him. “What?” I whispered, my heart lurching. “What is it?” Thorne’s jaw flexed hard. “Messages,” he muttered. “Between her and Mira. They’ve been talking about… a child.”

Before I could say more, Thorne flipped off the bed, threw on his clothes, and dashed out to find a doctor. In less than half an hour, the doctor was in the room. He checked my body, brows furrowed, shaking his head then nodding. The room was deathly quiet. Thorne watched me with worry all over his face. Then the doctor stood and congratulated us. "Congrats, Lord Thorne. Madam is two months pregnant— looks like the little one will be born in just a few days!"

I opened my mouth to deny it, to tell him he was wrong, that he had no claim on my children, my woman, my life. But the words wouldn't come. Because I had felt something. In the nights when I couldn't sleep, when the silence was too heavy and the darkness too deep—there had been a flicker. A warmth. A presence that hadn't been there before. I'd told myself it was hope. A delusion. A trick of the mind. But Thorne knew. He always knew. "That's impossible," I said, but my voice was weak, uncertain. Madison tugged my arm. "He's right, Killian. She's pregnant. She told me herself. You have to—"

But then— Footsteps. Fast. A man stumbled into the garden, breathless. “Sir....” he gasped, eyes flicking away from the indecent closeness we hadn’t broken yet. “Forgive me, but… our spy at Thorne’s estate just confirmed something.” We both froze. “What is it?” Raven barked, hand still gripping my thigh. The man swallowed hard. “It’s Elena. She’s pregnant. For Thorne.” The words shattered the moment. I sat up slowly, heart slamming against my ribs.

"You looked much better last night." "You’re flirting with me," I accused. "Yes," he murmured. "You now have got my interest, beautiful lady." My legs wobbled. Grayson caught me, his hands firm on my waist. "You can’t," I breathed. "I’m married, I can not betray Jimmy!" His expression darkened. "Him?" He scoffed, stepping back. "Think about it, Lilith. I’ll be waiting for your answer." With that, he turned and walked away.