Novel & Cerita Siren Thorn Pregnant

Thorne smiled, a slow, thin expression that made my hybrid ears pin flat against my hair. "I want Edal's unborn child," Thorne said, his voice totally casual, like he was asking for a regular ration pack. The room went completely dead silent. I froze, my heart stopping right in my chest. "What the fuck did you just say?" "Oh, don't play stupid with me, Ezra," Thorne chuckled softly, tapping the side of his own head. "My scouts have been tracking the chemical layout of your vault's waste systems for weeks. The hormone signatures don't lie. She is pregnant. And the configuration inside her womb is a scientific goldmine."

Moonsbane’s people watched them pass with cautious respect, the survivors of Silvermere had proven their worth in the few skirmishes they had joined, but trust was still a fragile thing here. Inside the cabin, Vira sank onto the edge of the narrow bed, her hands still resting on her belly. Thorne paced the small space for a moment, then sat beside her, pulling her gently into his arms. She leaned into him, her head on his shoulder, the familiar scent of her fire-red hair filling his senses. “I’m going to be a father,” he murmured, the words tasting both terrifying and strangely right. “We’re going to have a pup.” Vira smiled against his chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his arm. “O

Riley’s sister, pale and frail in a medical chair, gasped at the sight of him. “Riley… you’re pregnant,” she whispered, eyes wide. Thorne laughed, circling Riley like prey. “Lucian’s whore is carrying his heir. Perfect. We’ll take the pup after it’s born and raise it as our weapon. But first…” He yanked Riley’s head back by the hair. “Let’s see how well that belly looks stretched around a real Alpha’s knot.” Riley fought, but they pinned him down on a rough wooden table, robe torn open again. Thorne freed his thick cock and shoved Riley’s legs apart.

“Come on, man, stop pretending. Vespera’s pregnant. I was about to start calling her ‘sister-in-law,’ and you’re not even planning to propose?” Alaric’s mind went blank. Pregnant? Who’s pregnant? Why was he the last to know? Seeing Alaric’s confused face, Zane poked his shoulder and lowered his voice, “Wait, you seriously didn’t know?” Alaric stared blankly at Zane. “Say that again. Who’s pregnant?” “Vespera Thornfield! Last time I was here, I overheard the maids gossiping. They were saying you brought her home one night, and she might be pregnant.”

I watch over the man’s shoulder and see a flicker of panic cross Caspian’s fierce expression. But he continues to bluff, despite a stutter, “Even, even if she’s pregnant, are you sure she’s not just messing with us, Dylan?” “No, the baby could be suffering from all the stress she’s in. This could be serious,” Dylan glances back at the Alpha, and they exchange something between them that slowly thaws away the aggression in Caspian, and his expression slowly shifts into severe apprehension.

I grabbed her ankle with all the strength I had, trying desperately to stop her from stepping down. Jeremiah has been infertile since birth. We finally conceived this child after we visited the best doctors across the country and abroad for three years. Hazel looked down at me with a sneer. "Audrey, you look just like a dog protecting her pup. Pathetic." Ethan frowned at my belly. "If word gets out that I've been cheated on like this, how am I supposed to show my face in Beverton City? Step on it, Hazel. Crush that illegitimate child before it's born!"

is pregnant? "You got another woman pregnant?" I repeated, stunned. Ronan’s expression shifted in surprise—he hadn’t meant to say that aloud. "I... I didn’t mean—" Ronan tried to take back his words, but it was too late. I stepped back. My breath hitched. My body felt weightless, like my soul was drifting between reality and a nightmare. "Rowena is pregnant..." I murmured to myself. "So all this time... while I’ve been fighting to have a child—enduring endless health checks and emotional strain—you were sleeping with another woman? And she’s my friend?"

All of it… over. It felt like a miracle. A real one. "Who… who are they?" I finally asked. "The Thorne Foundation? Why would they do this?" "I don't know!" Mrs. Byrne said, throwing her hands up. "The woman on the phone just said they 'like to help the community' and that 'someone told them about Havencrest. Maybe someone we helped? A long time ago? Someone who did well?" She hugged me tight. "It doesn't matter why, my dear. It just matters that it's here. God heard us."

Ben nodded, then dove into the water. Thorn pulled Leila in and got ready to follow Ben. “I won’t let you go. I will take you there.” Leila whispered in his ear, “Thorn,” she grabbed Thorn’s arm tightly and tried to articulate the words clearly, “all of the golden dust went inside my stomach. It’s alive. We are having a baby.”

I'm six months pregnant when my cousin Hallie Thorne's mate dies. Worried that she has no one to look after her, my mate, Ragnar Clairmont, suggests she move in with us. I don't think twice before agreeing. The moment Hallie walks through the door and sees my pregnant belly, she bursts into tears. Ragnar pulls me aside and says quietly, "Try not to walk around showing off your pregnancy in front of her. Her mate just died before they could even have a pup. Don't rub it in her face." I feel sorry for her, so I agree. That night, Hallie spills dish soap by the kitchen door, causing me to slip and nearly lose my pup. I suspect that she does it on purpose and tell Ragnar. But he just look