104 Book(s) Related to baby

He wants into my pants. And I want a baby... I want a baby, and I want it bad. But there's no Mr. Right in sight and I'm tired of waiting around for someone to rock my boat. So I decide that I'm going to have a baby on my own. Then I meet Jett at a party. Tall, dark, and handsome, he is just my type. And when the playboy makes it clear that he's only interested in my body, I don't take offense in the least. Blushing, I ask him to be my sperm donor, the old-fashioned way. And he says yes… as long as I agree to his terms. That means skin-on-skin, lips crushed to lips, him satisfying me until I shout his name to the rooftops. And he's so f*cking good, I can't stand it. Everything is fine, as long as I stick to the rules. No holding hands, no making plans. Simple as that. There aren't any feelings involved, until there are. Rules are made to be broken right? But so are hearts, and that's what I'm afraid of.

36 weeks pregnant, I was thrown into the dungeon by my own husband.

When my water broke, I desperately reached out through the mate bond, calling for him—only to discover that he had severed it with his own hands.

They lashed my swollen belly with leather whips. They injected wolfsbane into my veins. And when my baby's head began to crown, they shoved her back inside me.

All because his sister-in-law Genevieve was also in labor today—and her child had to be born as the pack's heir.

I crawled out of that dungeon, drenched in my own blood, only to find him blocking the doorway.

I knelt at his feet, clutching at his trousers, begging. "The baby is innocent. Please... just let me deliver her..."

He kicked me away in disgust. "Wait until Genevieve is done."

Later, fireworks lit up the sky. The entire pack celebrated the birth of Genevieve's heir.

I was dumped in a water cell, watching my blood slowly turn the ice-cold water crimson, feeling my daughter grow still inside me.

Only after he'd gazed adoringly at the newborn in Genevieve's arms did he finally remember me. He sent someone to fetch me from the dungeon.

But his servant returned white-faced, voice trembling:

"Alpha! The Luna... she and the baby... they're both dead!"

Three years of marriage. Three pregnancies.

Every time I confirmed I was pregnant, my sister-in-law Ophelia would walk into the chapel behind the manor.

Then my in-laws would drag me to the hospital and force me to abort the healthy baby.

The night after my third miscarriage, I dragged my weakened body to follow her into the chapel.

The moment I pushed open that door, my blood ran cold.

In that instant, I finally understood why my three children had to die.