The Pregnancy’s Curse An Omegaverse Reverse Harem Knotting Tale

“They said I was a vessel,” Sera whispered, her hand resting on her swollen belly. “A curse. Something to be controlled.”
Kael’s eyes darkened. “They don’t know what you are,” he growled, his voice possessive. “You’re strength. You’re mine.”
“But the child…” Sera’s voice trembled. “It’s not just mine, is it? It’s… ours.”
Ryker’s smirk was predatory. “And therein lies the problem, little Omega. Who does it belong to? Who gets to claim you… and it?”
“They want to bind us,” Sera breathed, her eyes locking with Lucian’s dark gaze. “To use us. To twist our bond.”
Lucian’s voice was a low murmur. “They underestimate our power. They underestimate your power.”
Zane’s amber eyes blazed. “They want to claim what’s ours,” he growled. “They’ll learn what it means to cross a pack.”
“The curse,” Sera whispered, her voice filled with a desperate fear. “It’s trying to tear us apart. To make us fight over the child, over me.”
“Then we fight back,” Kael declared, his voice a raw promise. “We fight for you. We fight for our child. We fight for us.”
“But who will survive?” Ryker purred, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “Who will be left standing when the dust settles?”
“This isn’t just a pregnancy,” Sera breathed, her hand moving over her belly. “It’s a war. A war for our love, for our child, for our very souls. And I will choose… all of them, even if it destroys us all.”