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Pregnant With The Tryant Alpha’s Heir: The Child Of Doom Prophecy

In the shadowed world of shifters, Lyra Ashcroft was raised to become the perfect Luna—destined to bond with her childhood friend and supposed fated mate, Aric, to unite their packs in peace. But on the night of their sacred ceremony, the ancestral stone shatters at her touch, unleashing a terrifying prophecy: Any child born from her womb will bring about the end of the shifter world. And if Aric marks her, Silvermoon will fall. To save his people, Aric rejects her before the entire pack, condemning her as a curse worthy of death. Hunted and betrayed, Lyra flees into the forbidden territory of the Nightbane Pack—straight into the hands of Darius Nightbane. He is the ruthless Tyrant King, rumored to be a lethal hybrid of wolf and vampire. An impossible, intoxicating mate bond sparks between them, leading to one unforgettable night of surrender. Terrified of her cursed fate, Lyra flees to the human world the very next morning, determined to put the pack life behind her and start anew. But weeks later, she realizes she is pregnant with the Tyrant King's child Or children. Children tied to a prophecy powerful enough to either destroy the shifter world… or unite it beneath a single throne. When Darius tracks her down, his obsession turns feral the moment he senses the lives growing inside her. But he is not the only one coming for her. Aric, the Silvermoon pack, and power-hungry Alphas across the continent are hunting her down, desperate to eliminate the threat her unborn heirs pose to their power. As packs prepare for war, fanatics rise to worship the unborn children, and enemies gather to destroy them, Lyra finds herself trapped at the center of a battle far greater than love. Because the prophecy never promised ruin. Only changes.
Sunmisola_Adegbuyi · 33.3k Views

Her Comeback Was His Sentence.

After three years of marriage, Evelyn finally got pregnant. She thought it would be the happiest day of her life until her own husband’s hands pushed into hell her. Evelyn went to the company to inform Alain about her pregnancy, only to be met with the sight of him having sex with his secretary. Alain had betrayed her. “Let’s get a divorce,” he said, the three years of affection crushed like worthless paper. He showed no shame as he continued his affair right in front of her, under the guise of nakedness. “Fine,” Evelyn agreed. She looked proud and aloof. She swallowed the news of her pregnancy, holding it tight in her throat without uttering a word. But as she turned away, she burst into tears. She returned home, prepared the divorce papers, signed them, packed her belongings, and left. But on the way, Evelyn fainted because of her foetal derangement. A kind man took her to the hospital and left her with a beautiful wish. Other than that, she knew nothing about him. Five years later, Evelyn had a successful career and a peaceful life with her young son - Dennis. But one day, her son brought a strange man home, none other than Alain! Evelyn was stunned. Her ex-husband had returned, shamelessly begging her for forgiveness, wanting to regain her and Dennis. He wanted her to come back to him. But Evelyn didn’t agree. Despite Alain’s coercion, she refused. And at that moment, “he” suddenly appeared, unexpectedly and silently as he did five years ago. He pulled her up from the depths and slapped her ex-husband directly in the face with one sentence: “You’re not worthy of her.” ... Umee: Hi there! First of all, thank you for the interest and for the enthusiasm. Truly. Every time I open my comments and see new invitations to add Discord, buy promotion packages, commission comic adaptations, or “have a quick chat,” I’m reminded that my story has somehow wandered into a very busy marketplace. That said, I should probably set expectations gently before anyone invests too much energy. I’m not looking for promotion services, paid advertising or commissioned artwork. Not because they’re bad ideas, just because they’re not ideas I currently need. I don’t have the budget, the urgency or the illusion that my story is secretly one step away from becoming the next global phenomenon. I’m very aware of where my work stands. It’s doing okay. Respectably okay. Not “adapt-everything-immediately” okay. My passion for writing exists but it hasn’t reached the stage where common sense quietly exits the room. I promise I’m not underestimating myself, I’m simply being realistic, which is a personality trait I’ve grown quite attached to. Another small but important thing: I’m not really interested in chatting, exchanging ideas, networking, or building creative alliances in private messages. I write best when left alone. I think best when no one is pitching anything to me. And I function best when my inbox is not screaming for attention. So if I don’t reply, please know it’s not personal, it’s just me choosing silence over small talk. That being said, if you’re genuinely curious about me rather than what I can potentially become or produce, if you want to see my everyday life, random thoughts, quiet moments and the unmarketable parts of my existence, I do have my Instagram linked in my bio. You’re welcome to follow it. No proposals required. No introductions needed. Just observation, at your own pace. I truly wish you the best with your creative work, your art, your promotions, and your ambitions. Creating something and trying to get it seen is hard, I respect that deeply. I just prefer to walk my path slowly, quietly, and without turning every interaction into a business opportunity. Thank you for understanding, for stopping by, and for letting me return peacefully to my writing corner, where the only thing I’m selling is words.
Umee_uuuuuuw · 72.1k Views

Arthur; Her Omega Husband

Female Alpha × Male omega ................................................. Arthur watched as the gaze of the alpha in front of him not moving the slightest as she then grinned, making him heat up and blush, forcing him to look away from her dangerously beautiful face. And then, she spoke, her eyes obsessively wandering around his lips now, making Arthur feel like he might burn away from just the gaze of those eyes alone. "So," she murmured, "you love me?" "Mm…" Arthur couldn't make himself speak. "I want words, love." She leaned closer, her breath brushing his cheek. "Loud and clear. Just like last night." Arthur felt his face burn as the images of last night flashed across his mind. "Y-yeah…I love you." When Arthur finally confessed, he couldn't help but take a gulp as he stole a glance at her and saw the alpha's eyes gleaming, and the smirk on her lips deepening. "Blushing and looking at me like that…" She exhaled sharply, jaw tightening as she watched Arthur with full of adoration. "I really want to pin you against this damn wall and fuck you till you can't even remember your own name." Arthur knew... She meant it all. And, Arthur was into it...very much. His eyes must have sparkled as she then grinned and whispered in his hot ears again. "You are going to be the death of me Arthur. I swear to God I am going to make you the happiest omega alive." * * * Note: Omegaverse Female Alpha × Male Omega And, yes, that alpha here has a cock. (If you are not a fan of this trope, then please don't move further. I already warned you, so don't complain later. Thank you.)
Sweet_Vanilla553 · 126.2k Views

[BL] Oops! I Seduced My Sister's Fiance (And Now I'm Pregnant)

[MATURE CONTENT WARNING: 18+ ONLY. Contains explicit smut, omegaverse, knotting, and mpreg.] "Fuck, still so tight." That's the first thing I hear after dying. Not a heavenly choir, not a wise guide explaining the mechanics of reincarnation, just a voice like dark honey and broken glass, breath scorching hot against my neck, and a body that absolutely isn't mine rolling its hips back like it has no objections whatsoever to what's happening to it. I have objections, so many objections. My body has apparently decided to hold a separate meeting without me. I was twenty-eight, overworked to the point of literal death, and had never so much as kissed anyone seriously. None of that seems to matter to the omega body I've just woken up in.. currently making desperate, broken sounds into expensive silk sheets, trembling around a knot that shouldn't feel this good, this full, this.. right, while my actual mind is still standing in the corner going what the fuck, WHAT THE FUCK??? By the time I finally see his face, it's far too late for dignity. Gray eyes cold as a winter storm, features sharp enough to cut, the kind of beautiful that doesn't ask permission before it ruins you. It gets so much worse when I learn his name. Wuchen Bael, my sister's fiance, the man who looked me dead in the eye afterward and said, without blinking.. "Round two?" And I haven't even gotten to the part where I find out I'm pregnant.
Bizet_Algiz · 501.9k Views