“Go ahead. I know it’s killing you.” “Well, it was before you decided to bring up my sexual history in front of the damned alpha.” Hazel stabbed at her omelet with her fork but didn’t take a bite. “Just because you apparently like discussing sex with him doesn’t mean the rest of us want to.” “You think you’re mortified now?” Ginny sat down in the chair Jack had vacated, her hands wrapped around her own mug. “If you wait too long to mate, take a wild guess who’ll have to be in your bed instead of mine.” All the blood drained from Hazel’s face as her gaze darted toward the door. “That’s stupid. Why would he -- there’s no reason for that. He doesn’t have to do anything.” “He’s the alpha, Hazel. It’s his job.” She stared down at the dark brew in her mug and tried to contain her irrational jealousy. “If you can’t find a suitable mate before your heat cycle peaks, then it’s the alpha’s responsibility to bed you.” Hazel scoffed. “He wouldn’t have to.
