Polite Notice: Erotica AheadElara's POV“Thought you could use some rest,” Lucas murmured, a glint of affection in his eyes as he watched my reaction. “This hotel is mine, I bought it some years back and only use it for vacations. The suite is ours for the night. I wanted you to have a place where you’d feel comfortable.”I moved toward the large, plush bed draped in warm blankets and a subtle floral fragrance, then turned to him, unable to hide the flutter of excitement in my chest. “So we can be as loud as we want?’’ i raised a brow, looking back at him. He shook his head, lost of words. I’d decided to throw caution to the wind. I wanted him. Two months of sexual dreams about him. Our mate bond tortured me, everyday he become more attractive. Every kiss left me wanting more. He knew how to take control, i just needed to bring it out of him. Being close to him like this felt both exhilarating and calming, the kind of warmth I didn’t know I needed until I’d found it with him.As I
“Fuck me.’’ He didn’t need to hear it twice, he started fucking into me. Slowly, gentle thrusts that only heightened that euphoric feeling. Lucas’s grip tightened around me, steadying my trembling body as he moved with unhurried precision, each thrust measured, his movements intentional yet filled with an intensity that left me gasping. Every shift, every press, every subtle angle felt magnified, a mix of sensation and pure need that only drove the bond deeper between us.My senses were heightened, each touch and taste drawn out in exquisite detail. I could feel the warmth of the water around us, slick and rippling as his rhythm carried us together, the steam thickening, shrouding us in a cocoon of intimacy. My fingers dug into his shoulders, gripping him as though he were the only thing anchoring me in this moment.Lucas’s gaze held mine, his eyes locked onto me with a hunger that mirrored my own, his brow furrowed slightly in concentration as he took me in. He brought his hand to
Lucas' POVI stood at the balcony, the weight of the cool morning breeze brushing against my skin. The sun had just started to rise over the horizon, yet I couldn't bring myself to relax. My mind was elsewhere, entangled in everything that had been happening back home. The phone pressed against my ear, my eyes fixed on the distant view of the beach, where the sound of children laughing and playing drifted up to me from below."Aurelio," I said, my voice low, focused. "What’s the latest news?"Aurelio’s voice crackled through the line, and I could hear the tension in his tone. "The High Priestess has returned, my lord, with Michael in tow. They’ve brought him in as a prisoner."I tensed at the mention of Michael’s name. The man had been a thorn in my side for years, and now, it seemed he was making his move against me once more."How is he?" I asked, though I already knew it wasn’t going to be good."He’s alive, for now. But it seems the High Priestess is trying to turn the pack in her
Lucas’ POVThe soft hum of the engine was a steady presence as I drove, the winding road home stretching before me. Beside me, Elara was affectionate, her kisses light and playful, her body pressing against mine with a kind of desperation. Her lips trailed over my neck, her fingers running along the length of my arm and across my chest as if she couldn’t get close enough.“Lucas,” she whispered, a teasing lilt in her voice as she nipped at my earlobe. I fought to keep my eyes on the road, but the distraction was almost unbearable. Elara’s touch had always had that effect on me, turning the mundane into something electrifying. But I had to focus on the road.“Baby, put your seatbelt on,” I muttered, half-heartedly trying to nudge her hand away from my thigh as it grazed over the fabric of my pants. “You can’t keep doing that.”Her giggle filled the car as she leaned in to kiss my jaw, but she finally obeyed, settling into the seat properly. “Fine, but I can’t promise I’ll be good,” sh
**Flashback - Shopping Trip with Sabrina**The cool breeze of the boutique’s air conditioning brushed against my skin as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. The dress Sabrina had convinced me to try on was a deep emerald green, its silk fabric flowing gently around me as I turned this way and that, unsure of how I looked. Sabrina was lounging by the counter, one eyebrow raised as she observed me with a mischievous glint in her eyes. I knew exactly what was coming. “So, I gotta ask,” she began, her voice low but teasing. “Why hasn’t Lucas marked you yet?”I froze mid-turn, my heart doing a little flip in my chest. My cheeks flushed with heat as I lowered my gaze to the floor, feeling the telltale heat of embarrassment creeping up my neck. I had known this was coming, but I wasn’t sure I was prepared for Sabrina’s bluntness. I shifted awkwardly. “Well, um... we’ve only slept together once,” I muttered, my fingers twisting the fabric of the dress nervously. “When I got pregnant..
Elara’s POVI stood outside Sabrina’s door, practically bouncing with excitement. My heart pounded in my chest as a strange warmth filled me, something that felt too good to be true. I had to tell her. I just *had* to. I had finally been marked by Lucas. Marked! The bond that had been so elusive, so out of reach for so long, was now real. And I wanted to share it with Sabrina, the first person who had ever treated me with kindness, without judgment. The idea of telling Sabrina about my mark was thrilling, but at the same time, a little daunting. I couldn’t give her all the details—not because I didn’t trust her, but because she was Lucas’s sister. I knew better than anyone that people had a funny way of reacting when you crossed certain lines. Sabrina was family to him, and I didn’t want to cause any friction between them. But still, I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I needed to share this moment with her. Back in my old pack, things were never like this. My life had been a constant
Lucas’s POVI stepped into the council chamber, my jaw set and my mind steeled. I’d been planning this speech for days, wanting to reassure the council and remind them who they served. After everything the pack had been through, unity was our only chance.I looked each council member dead in the eye, making sure they knew I wasn’t here for small talk. This was a declaration.“Council members,” I began, my voice strong and steady, “I called this meeting because we’re at a turning point. There are forces that want to tear us apart, and I won’t allow it. As your Alpha, I expect nothing less than loyalty from each of you. Together, we can protect this pack and crush any threats—inside or out.”There were murmurs of agreement, subtle nods. I felt a flicker of satisfaction. Maybe they’d finally understand the gravity of this situation.Then I felt it—a chill creeping through the room, the familiar, nauseating weight of his presence. I didn’t need to turn around to know who had just walked i
Elara’s POV“So,” Sabrina started, a hint of amusement in her voice, “you just… forced open my door?” She let out a low chuckle, shaking her head. “Elara, that door wasn’t unlocked. It takes a pretty strong shove to get that thing open if it’s jammed.” I shifted uncomfortably, trying to downplay it. “I don’t know… I guess I was just…I don’t know”Sabrina tilted her head, studying me with a serious expression. “Maybe you’re getting stronger.” Her gaze was sharp, almost searching, and I felt a nervous flutter in my stomach. It was both exciting and daunting to think I might have some hidden strength I didn’t even know about.I swallowed, glancing down. “I don’t want to be weak,” I admitted quietly. “I don’t want to be that helpless girl anymore, the one everyone thinks they can push around or ignore. I need to learn how to defend myself.”For a moment, Sabrina looked like she was considering it, her eyes softening. But then she shook her head and let out a sigh. “Elara, trust me, I get
Elara’s POV"We want to make this right," my mother begs. "Let us help you."I cross my arms. "There’s nothing you can do to erase years of pain and suffering.”"We can free you from Amaris," Aunt Isabella cuts in. "A ritual to expel her spirit completely."I look at them, breathless for a moment. If Amaris was gone, I could feel my wolf again. I wouldn’t be worried about my baby. I could go back to Lucas, given I won’t be worried about Amaris taking over and hurting him. I’d be free. I study their faces, looking for any sign of deception. "Just like that? You want to help me after admitting you orchestrated my entire life?""It's the least we can do," Matthew says. "Let us try to fix what we broke."My mother steps forward. "Please, Elara. Let this be our apology."I consider their offer. Part of me wants to refuse anything they suggest, but another part... "Fine," I say finally. "Do it.""We'll need time to prepare the ritual grounds," Aunt Isabella says. Hesitant, I ease up. "Fin
I have lived in many cages. Some with iron bars. Some made of illusions, some built from my own hope, crumbling when I realized no one was coming to save me.I thought I had finally escaped. That with Lucas, I had built something real. But it was all another illusion, another carefully constructed lie.Now, I stand on the edge of another choice—run, as I always have, or turn around and face the ghosts I spent my life running from. My mother, my aunt… they claim they have answers. But why should I believe them? Why should I listen?Because of the baby. Because of the life inside me, the only thing that is still mine.I have no choice but to turn back.I walk into Matthew’s pack house again. My mom is standing over Matthew, reciting incantations to try to heal his burn wounds. When they see me, everyone stops. “I only came because I want to know the truth. It’s the only way to protect my baby.’’ The quiet part I hadn’t said out loud was why. Because I was all alone now. Lucas kicked
Elara’s POV"You need to understand where it all began," my mother starts, while she helps apply ointment on my aunt's wounds. She mutters some incantations under her breath, stretching her hands over my aunt's chest. Yet again, like magic, her wounds disappeared. “Beautiful, isn’t it?’’ My aunt asked. “Scary’s more the word.’’ I admit, setting down the book. “Elara, you don’t have to be afraid of magic.’’ “I don’t want it.’’ I snapped. My mom looks back at me. She approaches me, coming to hold my hands gently. “Don’t!’’ I let out. “I don’t want to hurt you again.’’ “Elara, you’re part wolf, part witch. You’re a reincarnation of Amaris, and you’re carrying a Lycan baby. If you want, you can be the most powerful creature to ever roam this world.’’ “I just want a simple life.’’ I admitted, leaning back against the chair. “My baby deserves a simple life. Can you take the magic away? I don’t want to be cursed like this. I almost killed you for crying out loud.’’ “But you didn’t!’
Elara’s POV“I promised myself I’d never come back here,” I muttered as Matthew helped me up the stairs leading to the packhouse. “After you banished me, I had no home. Now everyone who used to bully me somehow calls me Luna. Not just that, but they think I’m some witch.”“We have much to talk about, darling,” Matthew said, smiling. “For now, you need rest.”We reached the top of the stairs, and standing at the entrance were faces I never thought I’d see again.“Elara! Oh, darling!” My mother and aunt rushed toward me, their arms outstretched.They hugged me tightly before I could react, their sudden warmth startling me. My body tensed, the touch setting off alarm bells in my head.“Easy there,” Matthew chuckled, stepping in. “She’s pregnant. Don’t crush her.”They laughed, easing away but not letting go completely.“Sorry, dear,” my mother said, brushing my hair back like she used to when I was a child. “I’m just so excited to see you again.”“Me too,” my aunt chimed in, her smile si
"Please don't do this, Alpha!" Sarah drops to her knees before Lucas. Her tears wet the ground. "She's our Luna!"I watch more pack members fall. One by one. Begging him. Pleading for me."Alpha Lucas, we need her," Michael's voice breaks. "The pack needs her."I feel their love wrapping around me like a warm blanket. But it's not enough. It's never enough.Lucas stands before me. Towering. Rigid. I search his face for any trace of the man who held me last night. Who whispered promises against my skin."I love you," I whisper. The words scratch my throat on their way out.He looks at me with empty eyes, my words mean nothing to him. He slams the door in my face. It is the final disrespect, the very thing that makes me regret knowing him. I’ve never had a place I called home that truly felt like home. Back in Matthew’s pack, it was anything but home. My parents left me a tiny house all to myself but the people around it made my life hell. Here, in Lucas’ pack, I had nothing of my own
Elara’s POVI used to catalog my heartbreaks like others collected seashells. Each heartbreak was unique, adding to my growing collection. The silent heartbreaks haunted me most. Like watching other children walk home to loving families while I returned to an empty house as an orphan. Then came the loud heartbreaks. Fists connecting with flesh, my face stuck into mud. Jeers echoing through hallways. Gum yanked from my hair piece by piece.After finding my first mate, Matthew, heartbreak came with rejection. It wasn’t after he called me to his room that night and propositioned me to become his sex slave that I felt insulted. But still, it didn’t come close to this. Standing here now, listening to Lucas speak, I understand something new. All my previous pain feels like gentle rain. This moment is the hurricane that teaches me what it truly means for a heart to break.I realize now, I’ve never known what heartbreak truly feels like until Lucas.He stands in the center of the room, look
Elara’s POV“I used to scrub these floors. Back in my old pack, they'd make me clean the hospital wing after battles, after accidents, after anything that brought real wolves in for treatment. I'd mop up blood and bandages, listening to them groan in pain while nurses rushed past me like I was invisible. Sometimes I'd hear them whisper - *stupid omega, worthless omega, don't waste medicine on her kind*.” Aurelio looked at me, really looked at me. He had nothing to say. “I remember the day I broke my arm. Three younger wolves had caught me alone, wanted to teach the omega her place. I'd dragged myself to the hospital entrance, blood dripping onto those clean floors I'd just mopped. The nurse had looked right through me, told me to clean up my own mess. I learned to set my own bones after that. Living in Matthew’s pack as the bullied omega taught me that services like health care were only available to wolves who mattered. For years, even when seriously sick, I’d clean the floors and
Elara’s POV“You’re nothing,” Mary spat, coming at me with a knife. “An inferior creature. You don’t deserve my son. You don’t deserve to live.” I tried to speak, to defend myself, but the words caught in my throat. I touched my stomach, afraid for my baby.“Oh Goddess, please help me.’’ I cried out, looking above. Mary laughed. “The goddess won’t help you. She abandoned you wolves centuries ago. She grew scared of us. How mighty Lycans had become.’’ My wolf stirred uneasily inside me, but it felt distant. It felt like she was retreating into the shadows of my mind. “Mary, please,” I managed to whisper. “I love Lucas. I would never—” “Silence!” Her roar echoed through the garden, and I flinched. Why wasn’t anyone coming to save me? Where were the guards, the warriors, the maids? Anyone. “Your love is a stain on our bloodline. You’re a mistake, one I intend to correct.” Before I could move, she lunged at me. The dagger was aimed straight at my chest, and I froze. My fight or f
Lucas’ POV“This isn’t possible. You’re dead.” The words came out before I realized I’d spoken them. “Surprise, Alpha. I’m very much alive.” His grin was wide, almost too wide, like he’d been waiting for this moment. “Do you feel it yet? Has the magic kicked in?”The air was tense, everyone held their breaths. I knew what Matthew meant, I just didn’t think the other Lycans did. The sheer number of wolves around us was too much. None of us was at full power. The forest is pumped with witch magic, which in turn weakens us. Each of us can handle fighting about 50 wolves, even while weak. That’s the power of a Lycan. However, something else was off. The magic got stronger and stronger. “Sabrina…” My father cried out. I turned to see my sister slumped against a tree, her hand pressed to her side. Her face was pale, her breathing shallow. She was slipping away, and I couldn’t do anything about it—not yet.“That’s right,” Matthew said, his tone mocking. “I laced my arrows with the same poi