Klaus’s POV
If I could, I’d keep Aria to myself tonight.
She’s glowing—absolutely radiant—and it’s driving me insane. The silver glittery dress she wears hugs every curve perfectly, shimmering under the lights like she’s made of stardust. Her long hair is pin-straight and sleek, brushing against her back like a silk curtain, and every movement she makes commands attention.
And I hate it.
I hate the way the room changes when she enters. I hate the way every male head turns—wolves and humans alike. I hate how some can’t even pretend to be subtle. She isn’t doing anything wrong. It’s just... Aria. Her existence is magnetic. She draws people in effortlessly, even when she’s not trying. Especially when she’s not trying.
I want her out of sight. Away from all the filthy thoughts these basta
