"I bloody know I don't  own  you, Granger, but the alpha doesn't give a flying fuck what societal standards we're operating under. Maybe if you didn't bathe yourself in suppressants every morning, you'd remember what it's like." He dropped his glass unceremoniously into a nearby planter, advancing on the witch and forcing her to take a step back. "I go into rut in three weeks. I advise you to consider what that implies." 