Aria's POV
The dull ache between my legs was nothing compared to the frustration spiraling through my chest. I lay there, tangled in fur and unfamiliar feelings, and exhaled slowly, hoping to steady the storm inside me. How had I not known about knotting? It was basic werewolf knowledge. I’d only been shifting for two months, yes—but still. I should have asked, read, anything. Instead, I was here, literally unable to move, stuck because of my ignorance—and because Klaus, the gigantic wolf sprawled atop me, never bothered to explain before we… well, you know.
Klaus’s massive form shifted slightly, and I tensed reflexively. He was doing his best to keep from crushing me, his guilt and anxiety radiating through the bond. I closed my eyes and let out a long breath, pushing my irritation down
