**Trigger Warning: Child abuse**
Jeremy's POV
I was growing frustrated with everything. Frustrated I was forced to stay in this compound with smelly rogues. Frustrated that Jemma refused to see the light and admit her love for me. Frustrated that my son no longer saw me as his father. It pained me to raise a hand to him but he needed to see the light. I am his father. Not the king. Felix was getting more agitated the longer the pups in Jemma's womb lived. I just wanted this all to be over so I could take my mate and son and lived peacefully.
I looked into the fearful eyes of my son as I had slapped him again for being a brat towards one of the guards. He was screaming about wanting to go home or see his mother. I had just taken him to see Jemma yesterday. All he did was cry
