Third-person P.O.V.
Karla stormed out of Axel's office and didn't look back. Her cheek was still burning from the slap her mother had given her, and she prevented herself from crying, until she reached her room anyway.
When she was finally safely inside her room, she let the tears run freely down her face. The heartache and pain she'd felt all that time washed over her and intensified her suffering.
Dylan went looking for her; he found her sobbing, her head on a pillow in a fetal position.
"Baby, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"
He took his mate in his arms, and she hid her face in his broad chest, still crying.
Dylan had a hard time getting her to stop crying and give him an answer.
When she finally stopped, she looked at him.
"Dylan, I know what I am about to tell you might
