Novel & Cerita Werewolf Pregnancy

131 For the first month, the pregnancy had been easy to hide. Loose sweaters. Heavy jackets. A careful choice of clothing. Most wolves already suspected, but there was still enough uncertainty to keep anyone from saying anything publicly. By the second month… That became impossible. Werewolf pregnancies moved much faster than human ones. Five to six months from conception to birth. Twins moved even faster. Lotty stood in front of the bedroom mirror one morning, turning slightly to the side. Her hands rested naturally beneath the small curve of her stomach. There was no denying it anymore. She was showing. Not dramatically. But enough that every wolf in Dark Mountain would recognize exactly w

I wondered how he was going to react once I told him the news. “Congratulations Luna,” the doctor said, turning off the machine. “It’s still too early to see the gender. But I would say you’re about 3 weeks pregnant. Because this baby would be part werewolf though, it’ll be a difficult and rapid pregnancy. Most women give birth between 6 to 7 months.” My mouth nearly hit the ground. “6 to 7 months?” I asked, my heart beating rapidly against my chest. He nodded. “It won’t be an easy pregnancy. From what I understand, you aren’t exactly a human. But you also aren’t a werewolf either. There could be complications. I’m not going to label this a high-risk pregnancy just yet. But I’d like for you

In my pack, rejected wolves were treated worse than dormant wolves. As I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I knew that I was in even greater trouble. I was pregnant. My wolf told me. Wolf pregnancies only lasted for two months and in two weeks, my stomach would be the size of a medium-sized pot. If he rejected me, he would also reject this baby. An unmated pregnant wolf was even worse than a rejected wolf and a dormant wolf put together.

Zion tells him. "I would also like to see you at the hospital later today or in the morning for some tests." He says. "Werewolf pregnancies are usually much shorter. Human pregnancies last nine months, but werewolf pregnancies usually only last four to five months, depending on how many pups the female will be carrying. It could be shorter or longer with you because of your specific species and hybrid bloodline." "We should be able to squeeze in a visit between the buffet and movie night," I say, and Zion agrees.

"The Council decided that she would be made Lupa of the Pack. And…I agreed." My body deflated and I collapsed into myself like a balloon pierced by a pin. "It can't be yours. It's too soon." He shook his head. "The gestation period for a Werewolf is only nine weeks. She was hybrid when she became pregnant…It is my child." How quickly he claimed that child and that woman as his Lupa! Their child! "Kim…" I jumped to my feet and looked at him as if he was a stranger, an intruder. "Just admit it," I whispered.

The pregnancy didn't help. Werewolf pregnancy was a fast, efficient thing, only lasting five months. My stomach was already showing, a soft, subtle curve that made the whispers louder, the stares colder. The pack saw me not as a mother of their potential future alpha, but as a vessel, a monster carrying a future abomination. It was a cruel, relentless torment. The only person who had been a source of light in my life, the only person who had been nice to me, was Rose.

Her eyes narrowed to reflect her introspection. “Have you missed your menses?” I gave her more things to think about while running my hands through her hair. “You haven’t had it since you came here and it’s about four weeks now.” Werewolf pregnancy came with accelerated fetal growth. Therefore, their gestation period was five months. “Are you sure?” The news was taking time for her to digest. She looked dazed, and her heartbeat increased, thumping wildly. Her hand reflexively went to her stomach, and gently caressed it.

he pulls me into his arms again, seeking out my lips. God, I don’t want to go. I want to stay right here. With him. Why can’t we have this one small thing? Why can’t this be ours? He pats my hip. “Okay, go…the queen won’t be happy if you keep her waiting. She’s pregnant by the way, so make sure she rests often.” What is it with these wolves that coddle their pregnant women? When my mom was pregnant with my brother, she worked until the day she went into labour. Maybe werewolf pregnancies are more dangerous. “I’ll take care of her, don’t worry.”

"I know a human doctor. In the city. She's discreet. Doesn't ask questions. I can make you an appointment." "I don't have money for—" "I'll pay for it. Don't worry about the money." "Tyler—" "You're pregnant. You need prenatal care. This isn't optional." His voice was firm. "I looked it up. Werewolf pregnancies are more complicated than human ones. Higher risk. You need medical supervision." I hadn't thought about that. About the medical side of this. "More complicated how?" "Faster gestation. More intense symptoms. Higher nutritional needs. Risk of complications if the mate bond is unstable." He looked at me. "You're separated from your mates right now. That's not good for you or the baby."

She placed her hands on my shoulder and looked me in the eyes, "Close your eyes. Haze, close your eyes, and take some deep breaths, okay? You need to calm down first. Only then we would be able to find a solution." I did as she said and found my racing heartbeats settling down a bit. I opened my eyes and saw her looking at me with concern in her eyes, "He won't kill you. Not until you deliver the baby. A werewolf pregnancy lasts only three months but since you are... You know... You have a human pregnancy which means you have 5 months." "Four and a half," I sighed.