The Alpha Princess and Her Enemy

Bonfire

Wrenna POV

“There she is!” her co-Sirens exclaimed as she pulled up in her black Jeep. It had been a gift from her parents for her sweet sixteen, and she loved it. Shiny, sleek, and impossible to miss — especially with the spare tire cover blaring Alpha Princess in glittering pink letters.

I know what you’re thinking. Black? Yeah. She was her father’s daughter too — not everything about her was Veronica.

Wrenna stopped the car, making a show of stepping out. Her long, bare, booted leg swung out first, pausing just long enough for effect. A wolf whistle followed, and she smiled, soaking up the attention. Tonight, she wore a short black pleated skirt and a sparkling crop top, making sure her best assets were on full display.

She might not be allowed to date, but that sure as hell wasn’t going to stop her from making a statement.

The Sirens clustered around her as they walked. Tonight had been the homecoming game, and Brad and his team had, of course, won. Not just by a little, either — they’d crushed the other side. Wrenna had told herself, and her girls, that it was only because of their cheering.

Victory felt euphoric, and the energy carried through the air as she approached the bonfire. The crowd parted instantly, making room for the most popular girls on campus. Before long, Wrenna had a drink in hand, laughing with people congratulating them.

And then, the air shifted.

The bonfire threw orange light across the grass and trees, and there they were. Brad and his squad, swaggering toward the fire like gods in slow motion, helmets under their arms, jerseys grass-stained and shining with sweat.

The crowd erupted into cheers. Brad was hoisted up onto shoulders, trophy raised high as they chanted his name.

“Yeah, great idea. Throw him in the fire,” Beth muttered behind her.

Wrenna rolled her eyes, her stomach tightening when Brad’s gaze cut across the fire and landed on her. He winked.

The party soon turned wild as beer and other hard liquor was smuggled in. But they didn’t affect wolves like they did humans, and besides, Wrenna wouldn’t risk her father’s wrath for a bit of alcohol. But her girls? They didn’t have the same discipline she possessed.

“Three of them,” Wrenna spat, “I swear to the Goddess, I will rip their Siren shirts to shreds.”

Beth shook her head, equally annoyed as they watched three of their cheer mates throw themselves at Brad. Sure, they were drunk, but still, it was no excuse. Wrenna didn’t have a lot of rules—No one but her wore pink. Always look pretty. Only one ponytail day a week. No bangs. And the most important rule of all: no Brad Blackbriar! Ever!

Yes, he was handsome and yes, he smelled divine. Even his sweat did, not that she would ever admit it—but he was an asshole, and a sleezeball. He had a girlfriend for f***s sake! But did that stop him?! No, it did not.

Brad should have been gone by now. Off at Alpha College with the rest of his graduating class, far away from her. But no—his stupid ass had flunked last year. It had been a shock to everyone. Brad Blackbriar, star athlete, top of the class, the golden boy who never even tried… failing? Wrenna had wondered more than once if he’d done it on purpose, just to make her life a living hell for one more year.

His girlfriend and all his friends had already moved on to Alpha College, which only made him even more insufferable. Now all he had left were his fan club—and the humans who followed him around like drooling puppies. Not that it slowed him down. Every break, he had a different girl on his arm, human or wolf, like he was auditioning them for the role of “future Luna.”

Suddenly, while Wrenna was still glaring at a smiling Brad, and the girls that hung on his arms, giggling at everything he said as if he was a goddamn comedian—one of his teammates came up to her.

“Hey, Wrenna, you look awesome tonight,” Aiden smiled down on her, one of his hands coming up to lace one of her locks of hair around his finger. Wrenna glanced over at Brad, noticing his eyes on her, the girls on his arm forgotten—the smirk on his face, gone.

“I was wondering if you’d go out with me sometime?” Aiden smiled. He was clearly intoxicated, but Wrenna didn’t care. She loved the look on Brad’s face. Of course, he’d be pissed — not because he cared, but because Aiden was one of his teammates. Clearly Brad had rules about her too, just like she had about him.

“I would love to, Aiden,” she giggled as if he’d said something funny, placing a hand on his chest. Brad was moving—fast, crossing the field in firm, long strides—coming straight for them.

“How about next weekend? Donovan’s party?” she said, making sure Brad heard his teammate betray him. It was last week of finals next week and the humans loved to celebrate with parties, and honestly, so did the wolves.

Brad’s eyes were glued to Wrenna and Aiden—no, to her hand on his chest.

“Brad,” a sweet voice curled through the air, catching his attention. His head whipped to the side, and there she was — his girlfriend, Sienna, stepping into the firelight with perfect hair, perfect smile, and her hand sliding possessively onto his arm.

“Oh my God, look, it’s Sienna!” Someone beside her gasp. But Wrenna didn’t have the same ‘gob smacked’ feeling when she noticed her. The blonde stuck-up bully who’d tried to torment her for years. Sienna Whitaker was horrible, but that was perfect for Brad.

Wrenna drifted away from the fire for a breather, Beth trailing close behind. That’s when she caught voices in the shadows.

“Why do you smell like other girls?” Sienna hissed, her words sharp even through her sugary tone.

Brad’s low laugh followed. “You know how it is after a game. Everyone wants a hug, a pat on the back—”

“Don’t play dumb with me,” she snapped, her hand fisting in his jersey. “You reek of them.”

Brad caught her eye as she walked by, and Wrenna couldn’t help but smirk. Finally, the prick had been caught, and he’d probably be single by morning.

Suddenly, she was in the mood for drinks and dancing. The night had just turned. Though she promised herself she’d have a stern talking-to with her Sirens at the next practice.

“Come on,” Wrenna grinned, tugging Beth along as the music echoed through the clearing. She let the rhythm pull her in, even letting one of Brad’s teammates spin her around. Maybe she laughed too loudly, maybe she leaned in too close — but she loved knowing Brad could see it.

And he did. She caught him looking more than once, quick, cutting glances when Sienna wasn’t paying attention. His jaw clenched every time another one of his players spun her around. Typical Alpha. It wasn’t jealousy — Alphas didn’t get jealous. They got territorial. He couldn’t stand one of his precious teammates touching her, just like she’d never allow her Sirens near him. He wasn’t stupid enough to get caught staring — not with his perfect girlfriend on his arm — but Wrenna knew.

She beamed all night, certain she’d won.

If only she’d known — that night wasn’t the end of her rivalry with Brad Blackbriar. It was the beginning of everything.