Jagger POV
It's been three days since Gemma's birth. Tomorrow is the deadline Octavius gave me to mark Pearl. The thought of sinking my canines into that b**ch's neck makes me physically ill. If I didn't hate her before, I surely do now. She looks at my daughter with such disgust it makes me want to rip her throat out.
How can she feel no bond with this little girl that has become my whole world from the moment I held her. I thought mothers were supposed to have some maternal instinct. An innate desire to protect and love their pups. I try to focus on being the only parent my daughter needs. I finish up Gemma's bath and wrap her in a warm towel. I push open the door to my room and grab her sleeper suit. Once she's dressed, I take her downstairs to get her a bottle from the kitchen.
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