Romances de Ocean Lumin

KAIRAThe first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was the silence. The kind where you reach out and already know before your hand moves that the space beside you is empty. I stared at the ceiling for a moment, blinking slowly, letting my brain catch up with the rest of me.Then everything from last night walked back in, uninvited and very detailed. I sat up fast, the room looked exactly the same as morning light coming through the curtains.Everything exactly where it was supposed to be. I looked down at myself and felt heat crawl up my neck immediately. I was in just my underwear and my nightwear was folded neatly at the edge of the bed, which meant someone had done that and that someone was him. I quickly grabbed it and pulled it over my head. “So it was not a dream” I pressed my hands flat against my face and sat there for a second. My phone was on the bed beside me, I didn't even remember picking it up. I checked the time. 8:14am. I stared at that number for longer than neces

ALPHA ZANEI carried her to the bed and set her down slowly, making sure her head found the pillow before I pulled back to look at her.Something had shifted in the last few minutes. Not just in the room, not just in the way she was looking at me. Something inside me had shifted too, I felt too relaxed especially for someone who wouldn’t stop thinking about everything.I hovered over her, one hand braced beside her head, and I let myself actually look at her. The low light in the room was doing things I was not going to think too hard about, and she was watching me with those eyes that had been quietly taking me apart since the first day she walked into my class and refused to look impressed.I reached out slowly and placed my hand flat against her chest, just over her heart, feeling the rhythm of it under my palm. It was fast. Fast and uneven, which meant she was not nearly as calm as she was trying to look. Good, because I wanted her just as ruined as I felt.A tiny, needy sound sli

KAIRAThe shirt came off his shoulders and I almost stopped breathing. I had seen men without shirts before. This was not new information for my eyes to process. But my eyes were being completely useless right now because they refused to move and they refused to behave and they were taking in every single detail of him like they were trying to memorize something they would never see again.The tattoos covered the left side of his chest and wrapped around his ribs and climbed partway up his shoulder, it was so detailed in a way that made my fingers itch. I could not even make out the full design from where I was standing and I already wanted to trace every line of it with my hand.I pulled my eyes up quickly but from the slight tilt of his head, it was not quickly enough. He was still talking, something about Draven, something about my concern and his concern and the building, but the words were arriving slightly delayed because half my brain was still stuck on the image in front of me

ALPHA ZANEThe first thing I noticed when she opened the door was that she had changed and the second thing I noticed was what she had changed into.It was the nightwear, the one I had come to ask about, which meant I had my answer before I even opened my mouth, which also meant I had no real reason to be standing here anymore. But my brain had stopped processing useful information the moment my eyes moved from her face downward and found the thin fabric doing a very poor job of being fabric at her chest area.It was not scandalous, it was just slightly transparent, the kind of transparency that was easy to explain away in daylight and completely impossible to ignore at this hour, in this light, with her standing right in front of me. The shape of her breast was right there, all of it pointing directly at me like it had something to say.My chest did something it had no business doing and my body? It was doing worse so I pulled my eyes back up to her face and kept them there.She had

ALPHA ZANEI walked away from her door without looking back and that part was deliberate.I had learned a long time ago that the worst thing you could do in a moment that required control was to look back so I kept my eyes forward and my steps even and I put as much corridor between us as I could in the time it took to reach my own room.I closed the door behind me.My wolf kicked me the moment the latch clicked.It was not subtle about it either. It hit somewhere behind my ribs, sharp and insistent, the way it only did when it had an opinion it considered urgent and felt I was being too slow to act on.“What exactly do you mean by goodnight?”"Exactly what it sounds like," I said quietly.She is literally two rooms away. Two rooms, Zane. You could go back right now. You could end this tonight."End what?"You know what. Claim her. Make her yours. Stop performing this whole indifferent routine and just go and get her.I pressed two fingers against the bridge of my nose and stood in t

KAIRAHe still held the door open and gave way for me to pass through first.I walked past him and as I did, I caught it from the corner of my eye. A flash of red across his eyes, quick and gone before I could properly look at it. It was probably just his body reacting to the rain. Alphas were like that sometimes, their eyes doing things in response to shifts in the environment, the cold, the pressure in the air, the particular kind of tension that came with a heavy downpour. I had read about it once, somewhere. I filed it away and kept walking."Straight down," he said from behind me.His voice was calm, like everything else about him. I started moving down the corridor and after a moment I became aware of how it felt to have him walking behind me instead of beside me. It was strange in a way I did not expect. Not uncomfortable exactly, just somehow weird. Then I remembered this morning, the flat look on his face when he saw me on the grounds. The single cold nod, the deliberate, w

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

ELARAHis mouth moved against mine smoothly and my body responded before my brain could catch up. Every nerve ending I thought had died two years ago suddenly roared back to life.I pulled back, breathless. "Wait, I don't even know your name.""Does it matter?" His thumb traced my lower lip, his golden eyes dark with want. "We both know why we're here."He thought I was one of those girls they pimp out here. The realization should have made me pull away, should have made me explain the mix-up and leave like I had planned.Instead, I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him back down to me.This time, there was nothing gentle about it. His hands slid down my sides, fingers digging into my hips as he backed me against the booth. I gasped against his mouth, and he took advantage, deepening the kiss until I couldn't remember why I ever wanted to stop.He sat down on the leather seat and pulled me onto his lap easily. I straddled him, the short dress riding up my thighs, and felt him

ELARAMy heart raced. I sat up straight, the warmth from my release evaporating instantly, replaced by cold dread. Then the voice broke into a goofy and familiar laughter and I almost threw my phone across the room."Sophie, I swear to the Moon Goddess."She was cackling now, completely unraveling on the other end of the line, and I could picture her perfectly sprawled across her couch somewhere, tears streaming down her face, finding herself absolutely hilarious."You should have heard yourself. 'Mrs. Cross.'" She attempted the dramatic tone again between giggles. "I can't breathe right now.""You are genuinely the worst person I know," I said, but I was already smiling, the tension bleeding out of my shoulders completely. "It's past midnight, Sophie.""I know, I know. I just landed and couldn't resist. Forgive me, you know I love you.""You landed? You're actually here? In the city?""In the flesh, baby. Flying visit, but I'll be in town for a few days. We need to catch up properly.

ELARATwo years later.The headboard slammed against the wall for the third time that night.I sat in my dark bedroom, earbuds tucked in, phone clutched tight. The sounds coming through were crystal clear, a woman's breathless laughter, my mate's low growl, and the constant expensive sheets rustling.I should turn it off, throw the phone across the room, let the screen shatter like everything else in this house but I didn't.The camera I had hidden in the master bedroom, barely the size of a button, tucked behind a picture frame sent a live feed directly to my phone and I could see everything if I opened my eyes.The rumpled silk duvet, clothes scattered across the floor, the woman with red hair whose name I would never know because by morning she would be gone, replaced by another stranger tomorrow night.This was my life now, two years of sleeping alone while he paraded an endless stream of she-wolves and human women through our home. Two years of eating breakfast in a kitchen that

ELARAI found out I was getting married the same day I caught my father crying in the bathroom.He didn't know I saw him, the door was cracked open, and there he was, hunched over the sink, shoulders shaking. My father, who had never shed a tear even when Mom died, sobbing like the world was ending.Maybe it was."Dad?"He jerked upright, swiping at his face with the back of his hand. "Elara. I didn't hear you.""What's wrong?"The look he gave me made my stomach turn."We need to talk."Five minutes later, I was standing in the kitchen while he dropped the news."You're getting married," he said. No gentle lead-in, just the truth, dropped between us like a bomb.I laughed out loud "What?""Lucian Cross. The future Alpha of the Nightshade Pack." His voice cracked. "You're going to be his mate."I felt air leaving my lungs. "That's Sophia's arrangement, not mine.""Sophia's gone."My older sister, beautiful, perfect Sophia who was promised to the Cross family since we were teenagers. T