Page 25 of Expecting The Unexpected

CHAPTER 8

Throg walked back to the club. He had just left Spencer at the mess hall with Elijah, Abe, and Bryant. Petree had tried to get him to join them, but there was no way Throg would be able to continue being so close to his mate, and not give in to what he wanted... and he wanted his mate.

The man was amazing in Throg’s eyes. Yes, he had lost it for a bit at the club, but who wouldn’t when you had almost been killed.

Thankfully, Groth had assigned Donte and Mennen as Spencer’s personal guard until they could figure out what the hell was going on, and had his other men looking for Kental.

Just thinking that name made Throg growl. Spencer’s ex. Fucker. What did he want withhismate? Was he the one trying to kill Spencer? That Kental bastard better hope someone else got to him before Throg did, because if he got his hands on the motherfucker, he’d rip his head off his shoulders, and shove it up his ass.

“I don’t know who pissed you off, but we come in peace,” Krerr said, as he walked into the club with the shrink.

Throg pursed his lips in agitation. All he wanted was to be left alone to wallow in his own mind. However, there was also no way in hell he could ever be rude to an ancient. “It’s fine. I’m just concerned about what happened with Spencer earlier.”

“Yes, Groth informed Hron, and Stok and I were there at the time. Do you really think someone tried to kill him?” Krerr asked.

“I don’t know if they were trying to kill him, or scare him, but I won’t take any chances. I will find the person responsible, and he will be brought to justice,” Throg stated firmly.

“Oh, yes, if someone is trying to harm Spencer, it is imperative he be kept safe and the person be caught. With him being pregnant and all, he brings too much hope to our future, for us to do little else,” Krerr stated, as he walked behind the bar, and pulled out a bottle of Scotch, lifting it high. “Anyone else care for a drink?”

The doc surprised Throg, by nodding, “That sounds good. I’m finished with work for the day. How about you Throg?”

“Why are you two here, and where is Stok? It’s rare to see you two not side by side,” Throg said, in a wary tone.

“Stok and I aren’t tied to the hip, Throg. We don’t have to always be together,” Krerr said pouring drinks for them all.

Throg snorted, “Oh please. I’ve known you and Stok since the beginning of my time, Krerr. I think in all that time I’ve not seen you with your mate a total of two times, and that’s only because Hron broke his leg the once, and Stok went to get the doctor, and the other was when Hron snapped his wing, and again Stok had to get the doctor. So, what’s up?”

Letting out a deep breath, Krerr muttered, “Fine. How about if we sit?”

Shaking his head, Throg started to decline, “I would rather—”

“I’m sorry,” Krerr interrupted. “I know I posed that as a choice kind of thing, but honestly it wasn’t one. Sit, Throg. We are going to talk.”

Throg moved to the table Krerr indicated and took a chair, accepting the drink Krerr offered. He had a feeling he was going to need it.

“Doctor Oleander and I were talking after the meeting, and as I sat there and listened, I realized he might be onto something.” Krerr said, sipping his drink. When Throg didn’t say anything, Krerr continued. “You ask what we were talking about? Well I’m so glad you want to know.”

“I didn’t—”

Again Krerr kept talking as if Throg hadn’t tried to speak a word. “As much as I would love to go into it right now... and trust me, we will be going deeper, I have a question for you.”

Throg nodded, and Krerr asked, “Do you want your mate?”

Immediately, Throg answered, with the one part of the war he had been fighting in his mind. “I can’t have a—”

“I didn’t ask if you couldhavea mate, I asked if youwantedyour mate?” Krerr said, giving Throg a deadpanned look.

Throg whispered, “To my very soul, I want my mate”

“Is it because he was raped and abused by Chantal? Do you find him disgusting and unworthy of you?” Krerr asked.

Gasping, Throg hissed out, “Absolutely not! I am offended that you would ask me such a thing.”

“Then why? Why would you deny what you want deep to your very soul?” Krerr asked quietly.

“Because I can’t. It isn’t done,” Throg insisted, taking a sip of his drink, he looked away. “It can’t be done.”

The doc sat forward, sitting his partially filled glass on the table. “You know, you aren’t the first ancient guard I’ve met?”