Novels by Ocean Lumin

ALPHA ZANEThe door clicked shut behind Kaira, and the sound echoed through my office. I stood there, frozen in a spot, staring at the closed door as her footsteps faded down the hallway.What the fuck just happened?My heart was still pounding, my breathing still uneven. I could still taste her on my lips, still feel her weight in my arms. The scent of her arousal lingered in the air, mixing with my own, creating something intoxicating that made my wolf growl restlessly beneath my skin.I ran my hands through my hair, gripping it hard enough to hurt. The pain did nothing to clear my head.She had kissed me, my student, the girl I was supposed to be mentoring and protecting had grabbed me by the collar and pulled me down to her, and I had lost every shred of control I prided myself on.No. That wasn't entirely true.She had started it, yes. But I had escalated it. I had lifted her onto that desk like some kind of animal. I had touched her, caressed her, let my hands wander to places t

KAIRAThe moment his lips met mine, I felt every wave of regret wash over me but since I had already done it, I might as well do it right.I moved my lips against his, doubting at first. He didn't respond immediately and panic started to set in. What had I done? This was my professor, the head alpha. I had just ruined everything.But then suddenly, everything changed.His hand moved from where I had caught it against my neck. In one swift motion, he drew me tighter against him, his mouth claiming mine with a passion that stole my breath away. The kiss went from hesitant to consuming in a heartbeat.He made a low growl deep in his throat, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. His whole body seemed different now, like he had been holding back before and now something had snapped. Like he was under my spell, completely lost in this moment just like I was.Before I could process what was happening, he lifted me off the floor like I weighed nothing. My feet dangled in the air for a seco

kAIRAHe looked at me like he didn't understand what I just said.I grabbed my phone and typed again, my fingers moving quickly across the screen. "What exactly am I doing?"His eyes scanned the message, and a small smile played at the corners of his mouth. "You will come with me to arrange some files. That's what I would have done if I was with my phone yesterday."He paused, his dark eyes meeting mine. "Or better still, stay here."Before I could respond, he walked out of the office. I sat there alone, my heart still racing from earlier when he had held me against his chest. The memory of his hands on my waist, his breath against my ear, made my whole body feel warm.The door opened again and he returned carrying several large envelopes. He dropped one in front of me on the desk, the thick folder landing with a soft thud.I opened it carefully and peered inside, papers, a lot of them. They all had numbers in the top right corner, but they were completely out of order. What to do was

ALPHA ZANEHer back was pressed against my chest, my hands splayed across her stomach, holding her steady. I could feel the warmth of her body through the thin fabric of her dress. Could feel the way she was trembling slightly, whether from fear or something else I couldn't tell."Careful," I murmured, my lips close to her ear. "Wouldn't want you to hurt yourself."She went completely still in my arms. I could feel her heart racing, could hear the way her breathing had quickened. For a long moment, neither of us moved.Then slowly, very slowly, she turned her head to look at me over her shoulder. Her eyes were wide, her lips slightly parted in surprise. This close, I could see the flecks of color in her eyes, and could see the way her pupils had dilated."Professor," she mouthed, though no sound came out."Kaira," I said back, enjoying the way her name felt on my tongue.I should have let her go. Should have stepped back and put some professional distance between us. But I didn't want

ALPHA ZANEI was standing by the window in my office, staring out at the grounds of the estate without really seeing them. My mind was elsewhere, replaying last night over and over again. The way she had looked at me in that dark room. The way her body had felt when I pulled her close. The way she ran.And then forgot my phone.I should have been annoyed, I was the Alpha, newly elected, with a thousand things demanding my attention. I didn't have time for games or complications. But instead, all I could think about was her. Kaira.The door to my office opened and Cole walked in, my right hand man and one of the few people I trusted completely. He had that look on his face, the one that said he had information but wasn't sure I was going to like it."Well?" I asked, turning away from the window.Cole closed the door behind him and walked closer. "I tried to dig deeper like you asked, but that's all I could get. Kaira is currently staying with the Moon family. Her mother is missing and

KAIRA“Go meet him?? Oh my God," I typed quickly, showing the screen to Jessica.Jessica looked at me with an apologetic expression. "I can't go with you though," she said before I could even finish typing my next message.I frowned immediately, my heart sinking. The thought of facing Professor Zane alone, of walking into wherever he was and handing him his phone like nothing had happened, made my stomach flip."Prepare, wear something sweet," Jessica's mother called from the doorway, her voice cheerful. "The driver will drop you there by 4pm. Jessica have a stylist appointment at that time, but you can do yours tomorrow. After all, you have a hot Alpha to see."She laughed as she said it, and Jessica joined in, both of them clearly enjoying my discomfort far too much.Jessica's mother disappeared down the hallway, still chuckling to herself, and Jessica gave me an encouraging smile before following her mother out of the room.I sat there on the bed, staring at the two phones in front

Bianca’s POV Immediately the man fell to the floor, the other man grabbed my hand. “Let me go!” I shouted, trying to yank his hands off, but his grip was too tight as I struggled against him, my heart racing. As he pulled me toward the back of the room, I glanced around. Everyone kept going—laughing, cheering, the music pounding like nothing had happened. I was the only one frozen in shock. The only one who seemed to care that a man was lying dead on the floor. “What have I gotten myself into?” I whispered, as the man dragged me through a door detached from the main building. I could hear my pulse hammering in my ears. “Why are we going through the back? Are you trying to kidnap me? Somebody, help me!” I screamed, but before I could cry out again, he slapped a hand over my mouth and pushed me into a dark room. “Open this door! Is anybody there?” I shouted, banging on the door with all my strength, but it was useless. Suddenly, the light clicked on. I spun around, and my breath

Bianca's POV My chest heaved as I stared up at the figure standing over me. At first, I didn't see his face, all I could see was the black cap and his back facing me. He didn’t move. For a terrifying second, I was sure this was it. I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself for the worst. But nothing happened. Cautiously, I cracked one eye open. He had turned to face me, he wasn’t reaching for a weapon. He wasn’t even looking at me with anger or malice. Instead, he bent down, and he brought something out of his back pocket. My purse. I hadn’t even realized I had dropped it. He held it out to me, his fingers barely grazing the leather. I hesitated. My body was still locked in fear, every instinct screaming at me to run. But as I looked up at him, really looked at him, I realized something— He wasn’t like the men I had seen earlier. His stance was different. Relaxed, almost casual. His dark eyes weren’t cold or threatening. There was something else there, but

Bianca's POV For a moment, there was silence. And then, he smiled—a slow, dangerous smile that filled my whole body with fear instantly. I had made a mistake. A huge mistake. My mind raced with only one thought: “Get out of here.” I glanced around the room; all eyes were on me, shock etched on every face. And why wouldn’t they be? I think I just slapped a Mafia boss. I didn’t wait for anyone to react. Before my brain could catch up with my legs, I bolted. On my way out, I crashed into a waiter, knocking a bottle of wine to the floor. The sound echoed behind me, but I didn’t dare stop. I burst into the changing room, stripped off my uniform, and pulled on my clothes with trembling hands, barely able to grab my bag before rushing out. I slipped out of the club, blending into the crowd. No sign of the manager. Thank goodness. Outside, I waved urgently at the first cab I saw. As the car pulled away, I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding. I just slapped a Mafia boss.

Bianca’s POV As I walked in, it wasn’t just one customer like I expected —it was a group of men whose presence made the air feel heavy and scary. They radiated power, the type that doesn't ask for respect; they demanded it. My throat tightened, but I forced myself to keep walking. I scanned the room, taking in the girls draped over their laps, their laughter too loud, and their eyes glazed. A small part of me felt relieved that I wasn’t the only one here, but it didn’t last. We weren’t the same. They were here to entertain; I was here to work. “Good evening, I’ll be serving you tonight,” I said into my mini mic, standing in front of their table. I kept my voice steady and my eyes down, but my heart pounded in my chest. “Hey, sexy,” one of them slurred beside me, the stench of was whiskey heavy on his breath. I glanced at him—drunk, of course. He looked like the kind of man who thought his money gave him a pass to behave like anyhow. “Come here,” another voice cut in, sharp an

Bianca's POV “Blrrrrr!” The loud alarm pierced through the room, jolting me awake. My body protested, stiff and exhausted from a night where sleep finally found me in the late hours. But now, I had to drag myself up for work. It hadn’t been easy, but a few months ago, I found the courage to return to this city, six years after my mother passed away. As I stepped into the shower, the cold water shocked me back into memories I wished I could forget. That sunny afternoon… Dad and I were in the living room when a knock at the door shattered our lives. The news of my mother’s death was dropped on us like a bomb. She was killed in service to the Mafia family she worked for. They handled the burial expenses, like it was just business. As if that would fix anything. They also gave my father the money to pay for my education, like she had always wanted. Pulling on my jeans and hopping around to shove my feet into my boots, my mind drifted back to that funeral day. I had wandered arou

Marcello's POV Six years ago, “When you’re born into chaos, you learn to navigate it. But she was the chaos I didn’t see coming.” Five months ago, my mother dragged me back to this city. She had fought hard to keep me away from my father, desperate for me not to follow in his footsteps. But he found us, of course, he always does. After all, he’s Don Rossi, and no one outsmarts the boss for long. Today’s training flew by, which was just as well, since my father was throwing one of his infamous monthly mafia parties tonight. Normally, I’d disappear for the evening, but he made it clear I had to stick around this time. And when Don Rossi speaks, you listen. The party was in full swing by the time I arrived, the room buzzing with tension disguised as polite conversation. Men in sharp suits, women in elegant dresses—it all looked so refined. But I knew better. Beneath the surface, every person here was capable of unspeakable things. “Enjoying the view?” a voice interrupted from behind