Resisting the Alpha Read Free

one.”
    Josette
stiffened. “Are you thinking of moving on so soon?”
    “I
wasn’t talking about for me.” Bridget rolled her eyes. “Don’t you know that man
only has eyes for you? I swear he wears his heart on his sleeve every time you
walk through the door.”
    Josette
shook her head. “I can never be with Max. The incubus thing is just too much
for me. He’d always have to sleep with other women, and I’d risk my soul if we
became intimate.”
    “You
never know. There might be a way. You’re friends with some powerful people. I
bet between Breena and her mate, they could come up with something.”
    “Um,
no. Breena’s wand is temperamental at best. I’d probably end up with green hair
and warts if I asked her to help me out with my love life.”
    “There’s
always Cade. Or even Jared. Surely the warlock would help you out, if he were
able to, that is. You have a lot of friends, Josette, whether you realize it or
not. You may not be as popular as most of your pack, but the friends you have
are true and will stand by you through thick and thin.” Bridget bumped her with
her shoulder. “You know I’d do anything for you.”
    A
gleam entered Josette’s eyes and Bridget wondered if she’d just opened herself
up for one of the wolf’s schemes.
    “Anything?”
Josette asked.
    “I
have a feeling I’m not going to like this, but I’ll ask anyway. What is it you
need me to do?”
    “Sleep
with Micah.”
    Bridget
sputtered and coughed as her whiskey went down the wrong way. “What?” she
wheezed. “Uh-uh. No way in hell will I take that cretin to my bed. He’s a throwback to the caveman days. Overbearing
asshole.”
    “You
don’t find him even a little bit attractive?” Josette gave her the sweetest
smile. “Maybe a teensy bit?”
    “What
the hell does that have to do with anything? The man is god’s gift to women and
he knows it. Like he needs another woman throwing herself at him. Did you see
that skank he was entertaining last week?”
    Josette’s
eyebrows rose. “So you did notice.”
    Bridget
snorted. “She was hard to miss, with her barely-there clothes and bleached
blonde hair. Talk about plastic. I’m sure those boobs weren’t real. And that
waist of hers? She had to have had a
tummy tuck or something. No one is that damn skinny, shifter metabolism or
not.”
    “Someone
sounds jealous,” Josette said in a sing-song voice.
    “ Hardly ,” Bridget sneered. “If that’s the
kind of woman your alpha wants, he can have her. Probably catch something from
her skanky ass. You know she’s made the rounds.”
    Laughter
danced in Josette’s eyes, but Bridget turned back to her bottle and ignored her
friend. So what if she’d noticed the women Micah had hanging all over him? It
didn’t mean anything except she had good eyesight. The man was just as bad as
the incubus, romancing a different woman every time she turned around. If he
wanted a revolving door on his bedroom, that was his business. All right, so he
was sex personified. And maybe she’d
fantasized once or twice about what those lips would feel like against hers,
how those callused hands would feel against her softer skin, and even wondered
if his cock was a big as the bulge in his pants indicated. But she’d never
admit it.
    “You
won’t even admit that you’re curious?” Josette asked as she accepted her drink
from Max. Bridget watched as her friend tried to hand him money, but he refused
to take it. In all the months they’d been coming to the bar, he’d never allowed
Josette to pay for anything. If that wasn’t telling, she didn’t know what was.
    “No,
I’m not curious.”
    “You’ve
never once wondered what it would be like to be with Micah?”
    Maybe
once or twice. Okay, more like twenty or more times. Not that she would admit
to that.
    “Nope.
Never,” Bridget said as she tossed back another drink.
    Josette
gave her a sly smile. “Never once wondered what he was hiding under those tight
jeans of