The Alpha Princess and Her Enemy

Grave Consequences

Wrenna POV

Brad sat back on his hunches, still fully clothed, while Wrenna came down from her high, panting, eyes still closed. She felt his weight shift on the bed before his stubble tickeled her skin as he kissed his way up her body.

His lips met hers in a passionate kiss—tongue slipping inside her mouth. Wrenna moaned, tasting herself.

Brad groaned against her lips, grinding his hard length against her thigh. His breath was hot, ragged. “You want me to f**k you, Princess?” he rasped, voice low and dangerous.

The question wasn’t soft, it wasn’t gentle—it was a challenge, a dare. Wrenna’s nails raked down his back, pulling him closer. “Yes,” she gasped. “Goddess, yes.”

He smirked against her mouth, already reaching for the nightstand—then froze.

“Fuck.” He cursed under his breath. “I’m out of condoms.”

Wrenna groaned, biting her lip hard enough to sting. “Have you ever—gone raw before?”

His gaze snapped to hers, sharp, unreadable. After a beat, he shook his head. “No. I don’t risk that s**t. Ever.”

“Neither have I.” She dragged him down, kissing him fiercely, her tongue tangling with his. “I’ll ask the pack doctor to give something to Veronica. I—don’t want to stop now.”

His breath hitched. “Are you sure?”

Wrenna arched an eyebrow, her hand sliding down to wrap around his thick length. The heat in her belly spiked at the feel of him, heavy and hard in her palm.

“Why? You want to stop?” she quipped, smirking up at him.

His eyes darkened, wolf flashing. “Goddess, no.” His voice was hoarse, strained.

She lined him up at her entrance, heart pounding. As her hips lifted, Brad thrust slowly into her, inch by inch, a curse torn from his throat.

He slid into her, stretching her until she hissed, nails digging into his shoulders. He was bigger than she’d expected—damn him. Of course Brad Blackbriar would be.

“You’re not a virgin, are you?” he rasped, pausing inside her.

“No. Not that my father knows. I slept with Aaron Hartman last year and—”

His hand clamped over her mouth, eyes blazing. “No talking about other boys.”

Wrenna bit him, hard. His growl vibrated against her chest as he shoved deeper, making her gasp.

“Bad Princess,” he sneered, smirking down at her. His fingers seized her chin, forcing her to meet his stare. “No closing those pretty eyes. I want to watch you fall apart on my cock.”

Her lips curled in defiance—then she sucked his finger into her mouth, slow and obscene, her wolf snarling with satisfaction at the way his control faltered.

Brad’s grip on her chin tightened, his hips driving into her with rough, unrelenting thrusts.

Her body arched against his, her nails scraping down his back hard enough to leave marks.

“f**k, Wrenna,” he rasped, his breath hot against her ear. His hand slid down, cupping her breast roughly, squeezing until she whimpered. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about this. About f*****g this gorgeous body.”

Her gasp caught in her throat as he ground into her deeper, harder.

“Those little skirts you wore at cheerleading practice…” his voice dropped lower, darker, “…drove me crazy. You had no idea how close I was to pulling you behind the bleachers and ruining you right there.”

“Oh Goddess—Brad—” Her head rolled back, delirious, every thrust making her wetter, the friction sparking fire through her veins.

His hand slid lower, thumb finding her c**t, circling mercilessly as he slammed into her. “And punishing you,” he growled, “for that filthy little mouth of yours… by shoving my c**k into it until you choked on me.”

Her moan broke, high and desperate. “Brad…”

He slowed for a beat, leaning close, lips brushing her ear. “Tell me, Princess. Ever think about me? About what I could do to you?”

She squeezed her eyes shut, humiliated—and turned on beyond reason. “Yes.”

His pace stuttered. “What did you think about?”

Her voice was broken, breathless. “I… I saw you in your football gear… rolling out your muscles on the field. And I imagined… I was underneath you.”

A vicious curse tore from his throat. His thrusts turned savage, pounding into her until the bed shook. “f**k. You touched yourself, didn’t you?”

Her nails dug into his shoulders, her lips parting on a cry. “Yes.”

Brad’s wolf snarled inside him, satisfaction flooding his features. His fingers pressed harder against her c**t, relentless, his hips driving into her like he wanted to brand her from the inside out. “Good girl,” he rasped. “Come for me. I want to feel you lose it all over me.”

Her body shattered, pleasure ripping through her in hot, dizzying waves. She screamed his name, trembling beneath him, as his fingers and c**k worked her through the storm.

But he didn’t stop. His thrusts stayed punishing, his thumb still circling her c**t. “Again,” he growled. “I’m not done with you yet.”

She gasped, already overstimulated, but her body betrayed her, heat coiling all over again. He bent, biting her shoulder, the vibration of his moan sending her spiraling into another orgasm, harder, sharper.

Brad’s control finally broke. With one last deep, brutal thrust, he groaned against her skin, his entire body shaking as he spilled inside her.

For a moment, they stayed like that—breathless, clinging, trembling.

She didn’t know when they’d fallen asleep, but when she woke up—reality hit her like a wrecking ball. What had she just done? She’d slept with Brad Blackbriar—her enemy, for Goddess’s sake! She could feel his warm breath ghosting over the back of her neck, the weight of his leg tangled possessively over hers beneath the sheets.

Shit. How was she supposed to get out of here?

You could always gnaw off your own leg, her wolf suggested dryly.

Not helpful! Wrenna snapped back.

She shifted, trying to wriggle free, but Brad only groaned in his sleep and dragged her closer, nuzzling against her shoulder like they’d been doing this forever. Heat licked at her chest, and she shoved it down, hard. No feelings. No softness. This was just a mistake—a very, very hot mistake.

She just knew, the moment his eyes opened, that he would be back to his asshole self, and she would feel even worse.

“Are you hungry?” he asked groggily, kissing her shoulder. Wrenna froze. Did he…not remember who she was? Was he thinking of Sien—

“Wren? Are you hungry?” he repeated, causing the tension in her body to ease. Her eyes darted to the clock on Brad’s nightstand. Just over lunchtime.

“Starving.” She confessed with a little chuckle.

“Me too. Stay in bed.” He said, getting out and pulling on his pants. “I’ll go get those wraps that you like from Cafea’s,”

“How do you know I like them?” She asked, turning to face him.

“I told you… I’ve been watching you.” The corner of his mouth quirked up before he disappeared out the door.

Wrenna stared after him, her chest tight. Damn him. Damn his smug face and the way her stomach fluttered like she was a stupid human girl with a crush.

By the time he returned with food, they devoured it in bed, wrappers strewn across the sheets like confetti. One thing led to another—his fingers trailing over her thigh, her lips grazing his jaw—and before she knew it, they were tangled up again, breathless and sweating.

Now, hours later, they lay naked under the sheets, notebooks balanced on their knees, pens scratching. Every so often one of them would peek over the other’s shoulder, only to burst into laughter.

“You can’t start a graduation speech with ‘Ladies and Gentlemen of the Jury.’” Wrenna snorted.

“Why not?” Brad grinned. “Feels dramatic.”

“It feels like you’re on trial.” She laughed so hard her stomach hurt, shoving his shoulder. “And trust me, if you were, I’d make sure you were convicted.”

“Oh, you’re going to convict me, Princess?” He rolled, pinning her under him again, lips brushing her ear. “Guess I’ll have to plead guilty.”

“How did you lose your mother?” Wrenna asked softly, Brad’s fingers trailing lazy circles over her hip. He lay behind her, propped on an elbow, his gaze heavy on her face.

His smirk faltered. “Rogue attack. Just like yours.” His tone was clipped, final, like he didn’t want to give it more air than that.

Wrenna caught the edge in his voice, tempted to push but decided against it. For a moment, the silence was intimate, heavier than the s*x had been.

The sharp chime of his phone cut through the air. Brad reached for it on the nightstand, the light flashing across his face. Wrenna didn’t need to see the name to know.

“You should probably answer,” she muttered, rolling onto her back. “Can’t keep your girlfriend waiting.”

“She’s not my girlfriend.” His jaw clenched.

“For now.” Wrenna’s lips twisted. The words tasted bitter. “But she will be again, right? That’s how this works.”

Brad’s eyes cut to hers, sharp, unreadable.

“What do you even see in her anyway?” she pushed, unable to stop herself.

He exhaled hard, raking a hand through his hair. “It’s complicated. Our dads… they go way back. Best friends in school. Let’s just say it was… expected.”

Wrenna snorted, rolling onto her side to face him fully. “Expected? That’s what you call it?”

His mouth curved into a humorless smirk. “What do you want me to say, Princess? That I’m not supposed to?”

“No,” she shot back, fire sparking in her chest. “I want to know if you actually want to. Or are we really going to do this—” she gestured between them, naked and tangled in his sheets “—while you’re still halfway hers?”

“No,” she shot back, fire sparking in her chest. “I want to know if you actually want to. Or are we really going to do this—” she gestured between them, naked and tangled in his sheets “—while you’re still halfway hers?”

Brad’s eyes flashed, his wolf rumbling just beneath the surface. He caged her jaw with his hand, forcing her to hold his gaze.

“This weekend,” he growled, his voice low and rough, “I’m completely yours. Every f*****g second.”

Hours later, the room was a disaster. Sheets on the floor. Pillows kicked across the room. The bedframe groaning with every thrust until it finally gave a sharp crack that made them both dissolve into breathless laughter.

Wrenna collapsed against his chest, slick with sweat, her hair a wild mess across his skin.

Brad’s chest heaved under her. “f**k,” he panted, still half-laughing. “We’re going to have to graduate from the floor at this rate.”

She giggled against his throat, too drunk on exhaustion and endorphins to care. For once, the world outside that room didn’t exist.

His hand slid into her hair, tilting her head so she had to meet his eyes. “I’m going to do it.”

Her brows knit. “Do what?”

“I’m telling my dad. And I’m telling Sienna too.” His gaze burned into hers. “I want to try this… whatever the hell this is between us.”

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Wrenna’s heels clicked against the pavement as she paced, the tassel of her cap swaying with each sharp turn. Her robe swished at her calves, hiding the trembling in her legs. She clutched her notecards in sweaty palms, trying to steady her breathing.

They were really going to do this. She and Brad — enemies since childhood — had somehow fallen into bed, into something more, and he’d promised her. He’d said he was going to tell his dad, tell Sienna, tell everyone.

It was crazy. It was reckless. But it was real. A smile tugged at her lips. Goddess, this was unreal, but a thrill ran through her at the idea of seeing him again, kissing him—and just being with him.

Suddenly, her father’s warm hand landed on her shoulder, and Wrenna startled. Veronica smiled brightly at her, and her grandfather, Robert’s eyes shown with pride.

“We’re so proud of you,” her dad murmured.

“You’re going to be an amazing Alpha,” Robert smiled.

“Thanks, grandpa,” Wrenna beamed.

Veronica dabbed at her eyes with a tissue, already misty. For once, Wrenna let herself bask in their pride, in the hope that after today she could tell them about Brad, about everything.

They were going to be surprised at first, but they would get used to the idea…eventually.

The crowd began to shift, applause rippling as another family arrived. It was almost time for their speech. Where was Brad?

Wrenna’s stomach dipped.

Brad strode across the field, graduation robe open, cap tilted back. On his arm, smiling wide and perfect, was Sienna. She leaned into him like she’d never left, smoothing the front of his gown before rising on tiptoe to press a kiss to his cheek. His father followed a step behind, grinning like this was the picture he’d wanted all along.

Wrenna froze. Her chest ached. This couldn’t be…he’d seemed so genuine. No, he... it had been real, hadn’t it?

Across the crowd, Brad’s eyes met hers. For a breath, everything fell away—the noise, the families, the ceremony. Just him and her, staring across the divide.

His face was stoic…and then he looked away. Turned from her.

The notecards shook in her hands. She forced a smile when her father squeezed her shoulder, but inside, something cracked wide open.

“Come on, let’s find seats, it’s starting,” Brax said.

“Good luck, honey,” Veronica beamed.

Wrenna’s smile tightened. Good luck? The only one who was going to need luck was Brad Blackbriar.