Axel’s pov
I thanked the healer but told him that he could leave while I conferred with my siblings.
He nodded and left us alone in the garden as I turned to my siblings.
My siblings were still arguing as we sat in the garden. Alaric paced back and forth, muttering angrily under his breath about how disrespectful and bold Karla had been to reject us.
Kai, ever the hothead, kept tossing sharp words at Lysander, who was trying to defend her. None of them noticed when I leaned back against the wall, deep in thought.
The prophecy was clear: our mate couldn’t reject us unless she hated us so much that she couldn’t stand to be in the same room with us. That thought gnawed at me.
Did Karla truly hate us to such an extent? Or was she just overwhelmed? She was an omega, after all—weak and u
