Karla’s pov
As soon as he was gone, the tears I’d been holding back spilled over. I buried my face in my hands, sobbing quietly. How had my life come to this? Just days ago, I was living a simple, peaceful life as an omega.
Now, I was trapped in a bond with four brothers who represented everything I hated—arrogance, control, and power used to intimidate others.
I didn’t know how long I cried, but the ache in my chest didn’t go away. The bond felt like chains wrapped around my heart, tightening with every passing second. I hated it. I hated them. But most of all, I hated how powerless I felt.
There had to be a way out. I didn’t know what it was yet, but I refused to believe Axel’s words. The bond might be strong, but I was stronger.
At least, that’s what I told myself as I cried alone
