Page 165 of Knot What I Expected

The realization hits me like a fucking freight train.

Knotting.

Not just sex.

Not just some physical reaction I can ignore.

My body is trying to bind itself to hers.

“Gabby.”

She looks at me, and the trust in those amber eyes nearly fucking guts me.

She doesn't understand. Of course she doesn't. And suddenly that matters more than anything Monster wants.

“Honey Girl, listen to me.”

Concern flickers across her face. “What?”

I force myself to hold her gaze.

“I-I’m sorry. I’m knotting.”

“Knotting?”

“Yeah. Shit. Knotting isn't just something Wolves do.”

Her brow furrows.

“What does that mean?”

“It means my True Alpha nature recognizes you.”

Her breathing catches.

Our bodies move, still joined.

We gasp, but we can’t stay still. The need to claim, to mark—to fuck—is too strong.

“Recognizes me as what?”

Fuck. There it is. The question I've been avoiding since the word first exploded through my skull.

I brush the dark hair away from her damp forehead.

“My Omega.”

Her eyes search mine.

“But you know I'm not a Wolf.”

“I know.”

“So how can I be your Omega?”

“I don't fucking know. But you are. Mine,” I growl the last bit—Monster slipping out.

Her eyebrows shoot up. And I almost laugh because, yeah, stellar explanation there, Cross.