Spencer Reid X Reader Angst Novels & Stories

But I’m way too angry to feel remorseful about it. “Sit down Aiden,” Helen grimaces, looking uncomfortable. “Fuck,” she hisses. “I knew this was going to fucking happen.” “Aiden,” Spencer’s face is unwavering. “There’s nothing to worry about. Earlier, you seemed confident about the trials; about giving it your best. I’m sure you’ll do everything within your power to emerge winner if you want to be the one who gets to end up betrothed to miss Willow Thompson.”

Spencer’s POV “You see, you are not the angel that everybody looks up to. You are not that innocent. I already know you, Spencer and now, everybody knows you as well. Our friends knew what you were up to. Don’t worry, I gave you birth control just in case you get pregnant by some random dude you slept with and paid you after,” he said after I opened the present that Kieran gave me. Truth is, I don’t know what to feel. I feel betrayed, embarrassed, angry, sad, but out of all everything, I felt happy for once. Even just for seconds.

Chapter 11 Spencer When I first approached her fire, I had every intention of claiming her right then, but she looked so cold and miserable that I couldn’t bring myself to do it yet. Instead, it seemed kinder to allow her time to rest, and she was reasonably safe with me. It would’ve taken a brazen hunter to try to take her when I was sitting just a few feet away. If one had been brave enough, he would’ve quickly realized the error of his ways, because I wouldn’t tolerate anyone putting their hands on her, or trying to claim her as theirs. I wish I knew who had ripped her shirt, because I would have hunted down his ass too.

The words sat in the middle of the kitchen between us and I didn't know what to do with any of them. "Spencer," I said. "I'm not angry at you," he said. "I want to be clear about that. I'm not angry. What happened in that hallway wasn't something you planned and I believe you that you pulled back." He looked at the table. "I'm just tired. I'm tired of being the patient one. I'm tired of watching you carry something you won't put down and pretending I don't see it." He looked up. "And I'm tired of being jealous of a man who doesn't deserve to be stood next to me and feeling guilty about it at the same time."

I whispered to the empty room. "The Robinsons. His family. Them." My chest tightened until it hurt to breathe. "I should have walked away the moment I saw the cracks…" But I didn't. I stayed. Stupidly in love with wolves. And I paid for it with years I can't get back. With bruises that won't fucking heal. A soft echo of a name from the TV snapped me out of my thoughts. "…Spencer Reeds seen arriving tonight at the Grayson product lunch with Miss Lilith Crownwell..."

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“And going against him means death. Ask Dean Halloway, if you can dig up his dead body and make it talk, or me, now that I’ve told you.” Reid stares, the weight of the revelation pressing down like lead. He wants to laugh, to scream, to break something. Instead, he just sits there, fingers clenched so tight around his glass he nearly shatters it. He stands abruptly, tossing money on the table though they’d barely touched their drinks. The night air outside is sharp, cutting through his fury as he strides to his car, a mixture of shock, anger, helplessness and hurt all in his heart, fisting their fingers all around and tightening so hard that it feels like he won’t be able to breathe another

Spencer's emotions seemed extremely unstable. Ellena could almost feel the tension radiating off him in waves, like heat shimmering in the summer air. Her own heart was pounding wildly, the sound of it loud in her ears. She clenched her hands slightly, worried that at any moment he would lose control and do something irrational. The way his eyes darted, sharp and unpredictable, only added to her unease. "Is this the reason why you hate Edward all this time?" Ellena’s voice was steady, but her gaze flickered between Spencer’s face and the narrow street around them, wary of any sudden move.