Klaus’s POV
I want her.
My body aches for her. My wolf is absolutely crazy about her. Even my soul—something I once thought too cold, too hardened—longs for her.
Aria.
I thought bringing her here, into my territory, into my home, would bring me peace. I imagined the anxiety would fade, knowing she was safe, protected, and never lacking for anything. I was wrong.
Every night is torture.
She sleeps in my arms, her scent all around me, her warmth pressing into my side. But I can’t claim her.
Not yet.
She’s right there—mine, but not mine. And I’ve never felt so powerless.
It’s frustrating. Maddening, even.
My wolf growls whenever I have to pull away, each time I remind myself we agreed to take things slow. Each time I bury my face in her hair and whisper "not yet" to my instincts. I’
