Omnitrix Watches

"You are not her!" Alaric hisses darkly, his fingers enclosing around my exposed throat, claws grazing my skin. A little pressure... just a little, and I would be dead. "No... I am not..." I admit with difficulty. I only look similar to the deceased Luna supreme, I can never truly replace her. But if I am going to have any chances of survival, I need Alaric's claim... and I am hell bent on getting it. "Yet..." Alaric whispers, his husky voice trailing off. I smell his arousal, thick in the air... attesting to everything he would not admit. That despite knowing I am just a doppelganger, he still craves me... "Yet...?" I question slowly but I barely get the words out when a hand cups me between my thighs. I gasp in a mix of surprise and burning desire. "F*ck!" Alaric hissed at the feel of my arousal. "The only words you will say in my presence Kyra...is the chanting of my name." Alaric clarifies. "You wish to see me go mad, woman? I shall abide." He whispers. ~~~~~~~~~~ On the very night Kyra discovers Alpha Mikos is her mate, her heart shatters as she watches him bond with her cousin and bestow the title of Luna to another woman. The reason is simple, Kyra is a weak wolf born without an element. Or so everyone thought... On that same night, in a bid to protect her chastity, Kyra manifests an element many years too late, but it is not just any element...it is the rare fire element. Kyra's sudden and out of control discovery of her element leads to the death of Mikos's father, terrified for her life and Mikos's wrath, Kyra escapes pack lands only to be captured by unknown wolves led by a terrifying monster.

“Hot.” “It…it is so hot in here,” pressing her hands to her temples, she stuttered. “I meant you.” … She was born an omega without a wolf, unwanted, unclaimed, and hidden away like a shame no one wanted to remember. To her family, Elsa was not a daughter, but a mistake. A painful reminder better kept out of sight. In the werewolf world, turning eighteen is a dream. Candidates are chosen from each family and only those who qualify are admitted at the Elite Werewolf Academy, a brutal place where power is worshipped, cruelty is law, and the weak exist only to serve. Alphas are treated like gods. After eighteen years of isolation, Elsa is admitted into the academy alongside her flawless step-sister. She arrives with one goal. To stay invisible, survive, and leave without being noticed. But her resolve shatters the moment she meets Jake, the school’s prized Alpha, who is also her step-sister’s boyfriend. Hot, dangerous, and impossibly powerful, Jake’s blue-grey eyes follow Elsa from the moment they meet… and they never stop. From the moment they cross paths, something feels wrong in a way Elsa can’t ignore. Jake watches her too closely. Notices her too much. And no matter how hard she tries to avoid him, he keeps showing up, inside her room, in empty hallways, in moments that feel far too private to be harmless. Elsa knows better than to want him. Loving your sister’s boyfriend isn’t just forbidden, it is unforgivable. If anyone finds out, she won’t just lose her place at the academy. But the more Jake draws closer, the harder it becomes to pretend she feels nothing. Because some loves aren’t just forbidden…they come with consequences no one survives unchanged.

“Amara Cross, are you trying to drive me insane? I agree to go to a club and find you swaying like a pro whore, throwing your ass at hungry eyes, and you are proud of it too.” His grip crushed my arms, sharp and painful. My hand slipped between my thighs, pressing hard, pain mixing with heat, and he did not notice. But when he saw my bloodshot eyes, he let out a hot, frustrated breath. “Amara, are you drunk?” I nodded, confused. Tears spilled like a flood, driven by that brutal pulse burning deep inside me. “Dean Dorian, I am very drunk.” His eyes widened. Then they darkened even more. “What nonsense are you saying, little girl? What did you take to end up like this?” I was shaking. A soft moan escaped me as my fingers pressed harder. I could not hold it in anymore. I covered my mouth, then dropped my hand, speaking to him in miserable pleasure. “Dean Dorian, touch me.” I whispered it, begging. His eyes, drowned in darkness, searched my face like a man looking for salvation. Everything stopped when his hand settled on the back of my head. He leaned in and crushed his mouth against mine, hungry and savage. ------------------- Amara Cross did not enter university looking for love. She entered to survive. A quiet scholarship student with no one behind her, carrying a fragile past, dreaming of one thing only. Safety. But on a dark night, on a road with no mercy, a man saves her. A man who was never supposed to be part of her life. Dorian Vale. The university dean. Powerful. Cold. Controlling. Dangerous. What starts as silent rescue turns into attention. Then protection. Then obsession with no rules. He knows everything. Watches her. Decides for her.

What’s worse than catching your boyfriend cheating? Falling into bed with a billionaire to get revenge… and ending up pregnant. ***** Daphne thought the worst part of her week was walking in on her boyfriend tangled up with someone else. she was wrong. The real humiliation? Facing them both the very next day at her art exhibition—with the other woman on his arm. As if curating the biggest show of her career wasn’t stressful enough, now she’s stuck smiling through the pain while her ex flaunts betrayal in front of billionaires and buyers who could make or break her future. But when her ex gets a little too smug, and the crowd watches a little too closely, Daphne makes a snap decision. She grabs the nearest man. Kisses him like she means it. And pretends she didn’t just burn every bridge behind her. Only… the man she uses to deliver her revenge? He’s pasha. Reclusive billionaire. Art-world kingmaker. And the man about to drop five million dollars at the auction. One night with him was supposed to be reckless and forgettable. It turns out to be unforgettable—for all the wrong reasons. Because weeks later, Daphne’s world tilts again. She’s pregnant. And the baby’s father is a man who’s never let anyone close… and isn’t used to losing control. Now she’s caught in a dangerous game of secrets, desire, and consequences—where love was never part of the plan, but fate has other ideas. And the closer Pasha gets, the harder it becomes to remember who used who first. He gave her one night. She gave him an heir. But what happens when the fallout costs more than they’re both willing to pay?

Anna is not your ordinary werewolf. At just eight years old, she was stolen from her pack and thrown into a world built on pain. Years passed in silence and captivity, her voice lost to the horrors she survived. Chains dug into her skin, and cruelty became her reality. She hasn’t spoken in nine years, not because she forgot how, but because no one ever made her feel safe enough to try. Then everything changes. One violent, chaotic night gives her the chance to run. She escapes, breathless and broken, thinking freedom is finally within reach. But before she can disappear into the unknown, fate places another obstacle in her path. A group of wolves. Strangers. Dangerous. And standing at the center is a man unlike any she’s ever seen. Festar. The Alpha. Powerful, ruthless, magnetic. And for some reason, he’s looking at her like she belongs to him. He claims her as his mate, and just like that, her freedom feels like it’s slipping through her fingers all over again. But there’s something different about this prison. Festar doesn’t hurt her. He doesn’t threaten her. He watches her, protects her, and speaks to her like she matters. Anna wants to run, but her body won’t move. She wants to fight the pull, but it only grows stronger. She doesn’t trust him, not yet, but when he touches her, she forgets how to breathe. And when he looks into her eyes, she feels something she’s never known. Safe. She may not speak, but her silence says everything. This Alpha has claimed her. And whether she’s ready or not, Anna’s story is just beginning.

Embedded in the undying feud between the Monroe's and the Villalobos was the bitter memory of the past when the father of the 5th generation of coven, Don Honoracio Monroe died out of unknown disease. His loss brought them commotion when the Villalobos presented a young lady as the Don's other daughter. Doña Victoria never recognized such disrespect to the good memories of her late husband and so she deprived the young Villalobos of her rights for her inheritance... Since that night, the killing never ended. Each of them was forced to leave the grand lives they had in order to keep their safety. In fear of his new born child, Vico sent Victorina Aurora together with their most trusted servant away... Since then, the search for the Monroe's heiress gets on fire. The Monroe's most trusted man, Alezzandro Vizmanos from the werewolves tribe found her in her new name as Blythe Hernandez and identity as a waitress in Ekztatica club, working hard for her ill mother. It's her needs that made her sign his proposal with eyes closed. Zandro held her tight in his fingers just what the Monroe's wants him to do. But he opposed the plan when he kept Blythe away from them... Little did they know, Zandro has been keeping wrath for the death of his dear Cassidy. The servant who took care of Blythe, she died for the Monroe's yet they never recognized her loyalty. Every night, as he watches Blythe sleeping peacefully, Zandro was tempted to kill her. But as days passed by, he used to see from her eyes the spark from Cassy's eyes he once adored. Blythe's giving his heart wild beats. Will he still continue his plan of killing her or he'll rather kill his heart to stop pulsating insanely?

“You are not my mate. But you are my soul’s obsession. I will never share you, not even with your true mate.” He confessed as his thrusts grew. **** Sera thought she had her life figured out—college plans, a sweet human boyfriend, and parents who had successfully hidden their werewolf past. Then rogues hunt her for power and kill her boyfriend. Alpha Kael and his son, Damian arrive to take her safe since she was betrothed to Damian years ago. When they meet, their mate bond sparks instantly. Neither wants it. Damian is in love with his male partner, and Sera is too broken to fall in love. They agree to fake their bond publicly while living separate lives privately. At the pack, Sera can read everyone’s minds except Alpha Kael’s. Drawn to the silence she’s found since her powers manifested, she becomes obsessed with him. He’s her father’s best friend and her godfather forbidden in every way that matters, and twice her age. He’s supposed to help her survive the rogues. Instead, they become lovers. Kael takes her as an incarnation of his ex-wife. The pack watches but stays silent. After all, who questions him? But when Damian’s partner betrays him, he starts investigating what makes Sera so valuable, everything changes. The mate bond he’s been ignoring flares to life, and he finds himself genuinely falling for the woman he was supposed to fake-marry. Now they’re fighting over a woman. Then Sera discovers she’s pregnant with the Alpha’s child. The pack council calls it an abomination and demands she terminate the pregnancy. Sera must choose between the forbidden love that could destroy everything, or the fated bond that promises safety but might never feel like home.

Naya, the only daughter of the most powerful Alpha of the Moon Pack, watches her world collapse at the age of fifteen when her parents are brutally executed for treason by King Nolan. Stripped of her title and protection, she is condemned to a life of slavery within the very pack that once revered her. For five years, she survives on scraps, enduring humiliation and cruelty—until the Moon Goddess intervenes and binds her fate to Ethan, her childhood friend. But Ethan rejects her. Though forced to marry her by divine decree, Ethan treats Naya with nothing but disdain, subjecting her to abuse and betrayal. During a mandatory full-moon shifting ceremony, Ethan exposes her inability to shift to Alpha King Benjamin—Nolan’s ruthless son. Declared unfit to remain in the pack, Naya narrowly escapes banishment when Benjamin condemns her instead to palace slavery until she can awaken her wolf. Burning with hatred for the king whose family destroyed her own, Naya views the palace as her chance for revenge. Yet fate takes an unexpected turn. Despite being bound to another, King Benjamin finds himself drawn to Naya’s quiet strength and warmth. Their forbidden connection deepens, blurring the line between vengeance and love. When jealousy and ambition collide, Ethan and the king’s mate, Tanya, conspire to destroy Naya. Kidnapped and poisoned, Naya loses her unborn child, and her trust shatters when deception convinces her that Benjamin has betrayed her. She flees the palace, vowing revenge once more. Months later, Naya returns—disguised, hardened, and ready to strike. But at her public trial, the truth finally comes to light. Betrayals are exposed, enemies unmasked, and Naya must decide whether to cling to vengeance or reclaim the love and destiny that were always meant to be hers.

Moana Queens has two rules: stay on top, and never become her mother. She's the most brilliant girl in school, a cheerleader with a sharp tongue and sharper ambition. She's spent her whole life watching her mother fall for the wrong men who fuck and leave. Moana refuses to be that girl. But then there's Dylan Dickson. Arrogant. Cocky. A playboy who doesn't screw the same girl twice. He's also her academic rival, infuriatingly brilliant, and so goddamn sexy she can barely think straight when he's near. She hates everything he represents, yet she wants him with a hunger that keeps her awake at night. And that terrifies her. Then fate delivers the cruelest blow: Dylan is her new stepbrother. Now they're living under the same roof, and the air between them is electric. She catches him shirtless, water dripping down that perfect body. He watches her like he wants to devour her, his voice a dark promise when he warns, "Don't start what you can't finish." Every accidental touch burns. Every heated glance makes her ache. Moana wouldn't do anything to sabotage her mother's relationship, seeing her mother finally happy and stable. Dylan doesn't believe in love, his mother's betrayal destroyed that years ago and he doesn't do commitment. But denying what's between them is torture. The want is primal…. The need is consuming…. And fighting it is slowly tearing them apart. One taste they'll both be ruined One touch and there's no coming back, The stakes have never been higher, but how much longer can they pretend they don't want to fuck each other senseless.

Aria was the Luna of the Winter Mist pack, renowned for her achievements in war strategy. Her contribution was crucial in her pack becoming the most powerful in the entire country. Everything in her life should be perfect. ...Except it wasn't. In actuality, Aria's life was anything but successful. She was helpless to the whims of her abusive Alpha mate and his mistress. A mate who never loved her. As she watches their relationship grow, her options are to run away or die trying to keep her Luna position. But this is not the story of how Aria sways his closed-off heart until he finally loves her. No, this is the story of how Aria died. So when she is faced with the opportunity to go back in time and try again... will she take it? ...Or is she fated to relive her mistakes all over again? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "...And if I refuse?" I asked hesitantly. "Then you will remain in the Abyss, forever reliving your earthly memories." My mind recalled the images that had just tormented me, showing me my death over and over again. I knew now she must have shown me that strategically so I had a taste of what my refusal would look like. "Then I don't want to be Luna again... and I don't want to be Aleric's mate," I said, surprising even myself that I was bargaining with a Goddess. But I couldn't shake the feeling something seemed off. "That is the fate I have chosen for you." "Then I don't accept," I argued. "I think there is something you're not telling me. A reason why you need me to go back so badly." She was silent, her silver eyes regarding me warily. "...So I am correct," I said, taking her silence as confirmation.