Page 17 of Expecting The Unexpected

“I never said I didn’t want you, Spencer,” Throg hissed out. “I wish things could be different, but you are who you are, and I am what I am. It can never be,” Spencer whispered, then turned to look at Throg, “Those were your exact words, Throg. That’s what you said to me when you turned and left the room.” Spencer drew in a deep shaky breath and let it out. “I get it. I’m used and tainted. I’m not good enough to be your mate any more than I would be for anyone else. It’s okay, I understand.”

Throg’s eyes widened and Spencer heard his friends shouting, “That’s not true!” But, Spencer knew the truth. He looked at it every morning. It was in Spencer’s eyes for all to see if they just looked hard enough. Then again, people saw what they wanted to in others and often their view was distorted by feeling.

All Spencer could hope for was that this child wouldn’t be tainted because of him. That hopefully his child would see him in a cleaner, better light than Spencer saw himself... that his sperm father saw him. “It’s okay. I understand. If you all will excuse me, I’m tired.”

“Spencer! Don’t you dare walk away after muttering that bullshit!” Abe snapped.

“Abe’s right. I can’t believe you would say such a thing about yourself.” Mason ground out.

Elijah growled then shouted in Throg’s face, “I should kick your fucking ass for making Spencer feel that utter bullshit!”

Spencer could feel tears coming to his eyes. He knew they would defend him and he loved them all for it. However, Spencer knew Throg was right, no matter what they said. He looked at Petree, “Don’t let your mate punish him for something that was as much my fault as his. Please.”

Petree nodded, then pulled out his phone. Spencer knew he was calling Dr. Oleander, but not even he could help Spencer right now. No one could. What was done was done, and what is... is.

Ignoring everyone, Spencer walked away. God, he was so fucking tired, he thought he might sleep for a month.