Eight Months In, But the Pup Isn’t Mine Novel – I come from the noble Alpha bloodline of the Moonstone family. My mate, Lucas? He’s just a low-ranking Omega. But I truly believed we were fated—soulmates chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. To my family’s elders, our bond was a disgrace.
Something that never should’ve happened. They claimed we’d never form a real Mind Link, never have children. But I refused to accept that. I believed love could overcome anything. Three years into our marriage, and still no baby. After Lucas kept pushing, I finally gave in and agreed to IVF with the help of a Witch. Two exhausting years later, I was finally pregnant.
Eight months along—just weeks from my due date—I happened to overhear Lucas talking to his best friend, Aidan. “You fed Selene birth control for three fucking years just so she’d think the Lunar Goddess cursed her? So she’d believe she was infertile? And then you pushed her into IVF just so you could stick the embryo you made with Emily into her? Jesus, Lucas—that’s fucking twisted.” Lucas just shrugged, completely unfazed. “Pregnancy messes up your body. Labor’s a ten out of ten on the pain scale.
There’s no way I was letting Emily go through that.” I stared at the man I once thought was my destined mate—now nothing but a cold, calculating bastard—and didn’t think twice. I picked up my phone and called the Pack Clinic. “Hi, I need to schedule an abortion,” I said, calm and clear. “You’re not scared Selene’s gonna completely lose it when she finds out? I mean, who the hell wants to raise someone else’s Pup? Especially after she spent ten brutal months carrying it, only for it not to be hers.” Aidan smirked at Lucas, his tone dripping with mockery. Lucas snorted. “She’s too damn stupid to ever figure it out.
And even if she did—what’s she gonna do? She’s eight months in. What, abort it now? Have you seen her lately? She’s blown up like a pig. No one else would take her, except me.” “Facts,” Aidan chuckled. “Everyone knows how obsessed she is with you. Crazy to think the Pack Princess ended up clinging to you like some desperate leech. But honestly… I’m kinda curious what it’s like to bang a knocked-up royal.” He shot Lucas a sleazy grin, wiggling his eyebrows. Disgust flickered across Lucas’s face.
He scoffed, “She’s so fat now, I can’t even look at her without wanting to puke. Sleep with her? I’d rather watch porn. That belly looks like a damn watermelon—makes me sick.” “Well hey, if you’re not interested, maybe I’ll give it a shot,” Aidan said, eyes gleaming. “Always wanted to know what it’s like to fuck a pregnant bitch.” Their filthy laughter and Lucas’s cruelty sliced through me like razors. Because of the IVF, I’d spent the past two years downing disgusting potions brewed by a Witch and getting jabbed with endless needles.
The side effects wrecked my body. Once I got pregnant, Lucas kept going on about how I wasn’t getting enough nutrients. He made me choke down supplement after supplement, and the Pup grew so big it distorted my body beyond recognition. By five months, my stomach was already covered in ugly, angry stretch marks.