The Alpha Princess and Her Enemy

Test

Wrenna POV

“I came as soon as I could,” Damian panted slightly, handing her the bag from the pharmacy. She’d called him since he was the only one who wasn’t in class, just like her.

“Do you think…?” he hesitantly asked.

“I don’t know!” Wrenna snapped, her thoughts all over the place. She snatched the bag up and headed to the toilet, Damian on her heels.

“What are you doing?” she hissed when he followed her into the bathroom.

“Oh, s**t, sorry,” he chuckled awkwardly, stepping out and closing the door behind him. Wrenna ripped open the plastic wrapper of the pregnancy test and quickly read through the manual. It seemed easy enough.

“Remove cap, pee, put cap on and place on clear surface and wait five minutes, got it.” She muttered to herself.

This could not be happening. Nope. Impossible. Her mind spun, trying to remember the last time she’d had a period. She’d never been regular, so she hadn’t noticed.

It was fine. It had to be fine. The test would be negative. Her period was coming. Any day now. Any—

The alarm blared, slicing through her thoughts. Her head snapped up. Damian’s did too.

“I—I can’t look.” Wrenna buried her face in her hands.

“I’ll go.” His voice was steady, but she could hear the strain. Footsteps, the bathroom door creaking. Silence. Too much silence. Her heart slammed. If this is a joke, I swear—

“What’s taking so long?” she choked out.

Damian emerged slowly, the test in his hand, worry etched into his face. “Two pink lines,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry, Wren.”

The world tilted. Her pulse thundered in her ears, her vision blurred, and before she could stop it, she bolted past him—straight into the bathroom to empty the contents of her stomach.

“You could always call Dr. Em and make an appointment to—you know. No one would judge you for that." Damian spoke quietly, sitting next to her on the bed.

Wrenna didn’t respond right away. She’d thought of it, of course she had. It had been her first thought, but her thoughts were making her wolf sad.

Pup. She’d whined. And if Wrenna was being completely honest, it wasn’t what she wanted either.

“No—I just can’t.” she said, shaking her head.

“What are you going to do?” Damian asked. Great question. What was she going to do? “You could stay, I mean, there have been pregnant unit members here before.” He shrugged. It wouldn’t be a big deal. But was she ready to let Brad know he was going to be a father?

Speaking of father’s, how was her’s going to react? She’d only turned 18 a few months ago—while Brad was pushing 20. They were still so young, plus they weren’t fated mates.

“I’ve never heard of wolves getting pregnant out of their heats…” she said, before groaning, “Why is this happening to me?! Why did I forget to take those damn pills?”

“Just think it over.” Damian suggested, standing. “Do you want me to tell Professor Daniels you’re not feeling well?” he asked. They had a Council Relations & Diplomacy class together, since negotiation and feelings were right up her Gamma’s alley.

“No, I don’t want to cause suspicion.” She muttered. Werewolves didn’t get sick easily, and she didn’t want to look weak in a room full of Alphas either.

“Come on.”

--

“I’m sorry if my Alpha offended you in any way,” Damian began, talking in a smooth voice. Wrenna and him were stood in the front of the Aula, all eyes on them, practicing how to defuse a situation. And their partners were none other than Brad and Hiram—his Gamma. Of course.

Wrenna and Brad had had to fake a discussion—it came as no surprise that hadn’t been hard at all. They were still glaring at each other, while Damian tried to smooth things over.

“You did offend my Alpha,” Hiram shot back, puffing up his chest. “And I won’t stand for it.”

“Yeah,” Brad muttered under his breath, just loud enough to carry. “Not like it’s hard for her.”

Wrenna’s fists clenched. She opened her mouth—but Damian got there first. His tone didn’t rise, but the edge cut clean through the Aula.

“Well, we’re not sorry,” he said flatly, “because your Alpha is an asshole.”

The room went still. Half the class sucked in a sharp breath. Even the professor froze for a second before chuckling. “This is an excellent example of what not to do.”

“A Gamma’s role isn’t to lash out, but to listen. Feel the pulse of the room. Anticipate. Especially when the Alpha is female—because you’ll find they’re often easier to read than to silence.” The professor further explained.

The whole time, Wrenna couldn’t take her eyes of Brad.

So… remember our weekend. Well, you left something at my place. No, she couldn’t say it that way… could she?

Brad, I’m pregnant, and it’s yours. Too direct.

Bradley, can we talk?

Suddenly, the world tipped, gray at the edges. Protect the pup! Her wolf whined. She could hear gasps and shouts, but it was all fuzzy, as she lost her balance.

She remembered steady arms, warm and familiar, but her mind shoved the thought away. It couldn’t have been him.

“Wrenna, are you okay?” She didn’t know where the voice had come from, but by the time the nurse pressed a cool pack to her neck, Wrenna was shaking with anger more than fear.

“You’ll need to declare your condition,” the woman said gently after she’d run a few simple tests. It hadn’t taken her long to find out what the problem was. “For your safety. For ours.”

Declare my condition. As if she were a problem to file.

But she couldn’t declare it—of course she couldn’t. An Alpha’s daughter, pregnant outside a mating bond? The Council would have a field day—and they barely liked her as it was. She knew her father had had heated discussions with them more than once about her succeeding him.

They didn’t think she was fit—unlike her brother.

“Is she okay?” she swore she heard Brad’s voice from the hallway as she slowly stood up from the bed.

“She’s fine. But now’s not a good time to see her,” Damian said lowly.

“What was that about?” She asked, as Damian returned to come and collect her.

“It was Brad, asking if you were okay.”

“Why would he care?” she rolled her eyes.

“Well… he was the one who caught you before you fainted.”

--

Wrenna’s thoughts raced as Damian walked her to the dorm building. The words he’d spoken in the infirmary kept repeating in her head.

He caught you…

One minute Brad was an ass, the next he was catching her before she hit the ground. His mood swings were giving her whiplash. What was he even doing?

All she knew was that she had to tell him. He deserved to know.

You deserve to know. I’m not asking for anything—I just wanted to let you know.

Yes, that was it. That was how she’d say it.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Damian asked gently, shaking her from her thoughts.

“It’s the right thing to do.” She nodded.

“Okay. I’ll be waiting here.” Damian smiled softly.

Wrenna returned the gesture, then turned and walked inside.

The dorm hall was a maze of identical doors, each one marked with a peeling number plate. She didn’t need numbers, though—his scent was here. Cedar and smoke, sharp enough to cut through the detergent and stale sweat of the building. Her wolf surged, tugging her left, then forward, until she stopped in front of a door left slightly ajar.

She lifted her hand, ready to knock—when voices drifted out.

“You like it like that?” a low male voice asked. Was that Brad?

“Oh, Goddess, yesss,” Sienna moaned.

Her stomach lurched. Of course. He was already with her.

Bile rose in her throat. She spun and fled, nearly colliding with Damian just outside the door.

“Wrenna, what happened?” he asked, steadying her.

Her eyes burned. “Nothing. He’s… with her. Forget it. Let’s just go.”

Damian’s jaw flexed, but he didn’t press. He simply wrapped an arm around her shoulders and guided her back outside.

Her hands shook as she pulled her phone from her pocket. There was only one person she could call.

“Veronica?” Her voice cracked the second the line connected. “I can’t do this. I thought I could, but I can’t.”

There was a pause, then Veronica’s voice came, low and certain. “Come home.” No judgment, only worry. “Let me handle your father.”

She hadn’t even asked why. And that’s what Wrenna had always loved about her. She could always just sense what Wrenna needed.

Relief hit so hard Wrenna had to sit down on the dorm steps. For the first time all day, the future didn’t look like a cliff. It looked like a door.

She lowered the phone, blinking at Damian. “I’m going home.”

“Then I’m coming with you,” he said simply.

--

Wrenna sat stiffly on the edge of the couch in the office, her hands twisted tight in her lap. The words had been impossible to say over the phone, but once Veronica’s calm gaze fixed on her, they’d tumbled out.

Her mind drifted back to the time she’d been crying because she couldn’t wear pink sparkles on her eyes. Veronica had been her savior, even back then.

“I’m pregnant,” she whispered. Her throat burned, but she kept her chin up.

Veronica didn’t flinch, didn’t gasp. She only reached over, squeezing Wrenna’s trembling hand. “I know,” she said softly. “I could feel it.”

The calm in her voice undid Wrenna more than judgment ever could. She blinked hard, willing herself not to cry.

“I just… I just didn’t know what to do. Not with the Council breathing down my neck and Br—” She quickly shut her mouth.

Veronica’s grip tightened. “You don’t have to explain the rest. You did the right thing coming to me.”

The door swung open with a creak. Brax’s voice filled the room before he even crossed the threshold.

“Let’s go to our bedroom and I can reward you for being a good gir—” He stopped mid-word, voice husky, his gaze landing on the couch.

“Wrenna?”

She shot to her feet, cheeks flaming, bile rising in her throat. How she wished she hadn’t heard that.

“Why are you here?” Brax’s tone had shifted instantly, worry and confusion etched on his face. “Did something happen?”

“She came to me,” Veronica said calmly, rising to her feet, still holding Wrenna’s hand. “Brax, listen—”

But Brax was already pacing, wolf restless, worry seeping into every step. “What’s going on? Why are you here? What aren’t you telling me?” His voice wasn’t sharp, but urgent.

He turned back to them, gaze flicking between Veronica and Wrenna. “Is she hurt? Sick? Please—just tell me.”

“Brax,” Veronica warned gently, stepping in front of her, “you need to stay calm—”

“I am calm,” he bit out, though his hand dragged through his hair like a man barely keeping it together. His chest heaved, eyes locked on Wrenna. Suddenly, he lifted his nose to the air and sniffed.

Oh, Goddess, he knows.

“Your scent’s different. Changed.” He swallowed hard, his voice dropping low. “Who is the father?”

“I—” Wrenna’s throat closed. Shame and panic clawed up her chest. She couldn’t say it. Not to him.

“Wrenna, please,” Brax said, softer now, though the steel in his words remained. “I need to know. Tell me. I’m not going to hurt him. I just want to talk.” He grated out, cracking his knuckles.

She shook her head, tears stinging.

Suddenly, the office door swung open. Damian stepped in, shoulders squared, jaw set. He crossed the threshold with deliberate calm, placing himself at Wrenna’s side.

“It’s me,” he said flatly. “I’m the father.”