The Alpha Princess and Her Enemy

What did we do?

Before you continue, in case you haven't noticed, I changed the previous chapter (I was having trouble with the timeline) so now they're still in High School. Oh, and Wrenna cheated on the Math final, and she was going to go out with Aiden to a graduation party (that way you won't have to reread chapter one and two)

Wrenna POV

Pounding. That was the first thing Wrenna heard when she started to stir. It took her only thirty seconds to realize the pounding was inside of her head, and not on the door.

“Mother of the Goddess,” she groaned again, trying to open her eyes. Her mouth was dry as parchment paper. She moved her legs—and noticed she wasn’t in her silk sheets.

She shot upright, and immediately regretted it. But the sheets… they weren’t her usual pink. They were black! That could only mean—

“Good morning,” Brad smiled at her as he entered the room. Wrenna’s eyes widened.

“What are you doing here?” she gasped.

“This is my room.” He chuckled.

“Your ro—” the words died on her lips. Did they…? No, they didn’t, right? She lifted the blanket only to see that she was in her underwear.

“What happened? Did we—”

“Relax,” Brad chuckled. “I slept on the couch,” he jerked his chin towards the living room and surely enough, through the doorway she could see the blanket and pillow on the couch.

“Then why am I naked?” She whispered, horrified.

“Oh, that is your own doing. Apparently, you’re a mermaid.” Brad’s grin widened.

“What?”

“Yep, you were prancing around yelling that your skin couldn’t breathe and you needed room for your tail to grow. I closed the door after that. You’re a total lightweight,”

“Oh. My. Goddess,” Wrenna whispered, burying her face in her hands.

“Relax, it could have been worse.” Brad walked towards her and handed her a coffee. She eyed the mug like it might bite her. Poison wasn’t beneath Brad Blackbriar. But the smell of roasted beans was too much to resist.

“Thank you,” she finally said, still wary. Images of last night flashed through her mind and she groaned.

“I can’t believe you saw me like this,” she took a sip of her coffee.

“You’re not that impressive,” Brad shrugged.

“Asshole!” Wrenna scoffed. But Brad only laughed.

“Get dressed, I’m taking you out for a greasy breakfast. You’re going to need it if we’re going to spend the day together working on that speech.”

“In what?” she snapped. “My little pink dress?”

Brad waved towards his closet. “Pick anything. And you’re welcome to take a shower in my bathroom,” he gestured towards the door.

“Tkafyo” she mumbled.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Brad asked, cupping his hand to his ear like he hadn’t heard her.

“I said. Thank. You.” Wrenna scowled. Goddess, he was never going to let her live this down.

After her shower, Wrenna grumbled as she aggressively slid the hangers on the rack. Everything in here was black. Where were all the pink things? Okay, I know, he’s a guy, but still, a little color wouldn’t hurt.

She finally settled on a black Armani dress shirt. It was going to be more like a dress on her anyway, so she could just put a belt on it and wear her black pumps underneath.

She walked into the living room, feeling a bit silly, but the way Brad’s eyes lingered on her legs—a look of approval in his eyes—boasted her confidence.

“What do you think? Do you think anyone will notice the lack of color?” she asked. Brad snorted, guiding her out the door.

“You mean the lack of pink? I would say yes.”

Wrenna rolled her eyes.

“But don’t worry,” he pushed open the door to the campus grounds, “Everyone is gone. It’s the weekend, remember? They’ve all gone home to get ready for graduation on Monday.”

“Wh—” Wrenna began. “I could have gone to my own dorm to get something of mine!” she grated out. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?!”

To be fair, she did know. She’d even sent her father and Veronica a text last night saying she would be hanging back to prepare for graduation, but still, her mind was fuzzy from the alcohol.

“Just to see if you’d do it,” he smirked. His eyes flicked over her, slow and infuriating. “Besides…my clothes look better on you.”

“Hmmmm,” Wrenna moaned, as she swallowed a piece of crispy bacon, “this was exactly what I needed.”

“Never thought I’d be jealous of bacon,” Brad said, before taking a bite of his own. He’d ordered them eggs, bacon, pancakes and French toast when they’d stepped into the empty on campus diner.

“I’m feeling so much better already.” Wrenna groaned, between bites.

Brad’s lips curled up as he watched her fill her plate for the third time.

“What?” she snapped, eyes narrowing.

“I’ve just—never seen a girl eat like that.”

Wrenna scoffed, ready to bite back, but he held up his hands. “I meant it as a compliment.”

She blinked, thrown for a moment. Brad Blackbriar, complimenting her without an insult laced through it? Weird. Suspicious. Maybe he wasn’t as arrogant as she thought—

Wait. What was going on? Why was he being nice to her? What was in it for him? Was he expecting her to write the entire speech by herself and then take credit?

“Why are you scowling at me?” Brad quirked an eyebrow.

“No reason.” She said, holding eye contact.

“All right, we better get back and start working on that speech.” He stood, throwing money on the table.

“Let me get my half,” Wrenna said, opening her purse.

“Whatever,” Brad shrugged.

Back in Brad’s dorm, they both had a notepad in hand, scribbling down whatever came to mind. After an hour of writing in silence, both focusing on their own page, she peeked over at him.

He’s so damn handsome. Too bad he’s a jerk. Her wolf snorted in response.

“What do you have so far?” She asked. Brad looked up from his page, running a hand through his hair, before slowly turning the pad in her direction.

“Ladies and Gentlemen.”

Wrenna snorted. “That’s it?”

Brad glared at her. “Why, what do you have?”

“Thank you for coming.”

Silence—before they burst out laughing.

“Oh man, this is a disaster. We’re going to be here forever.” Brad sighed.

“I know,” Wrenna groaned, throwing her pad on the table.

“You know, for some reason, it would be so much easier if I would write your side of the speech.” Brad stood, batting his eyelashes before he said, “Though I spent most of my time playing dress up in pink outfits and doing my make-up because I’m a self-declared Alpha Princess…” he said in a mock voice that was three octaves higher than his usual voice.

Wrenna gasped, throwing a pillow at him, which he easily dodged.

“Oh yeah?” she said before standing and speaking in a deep voice. “I don’t even know how I found the time to study between running around in my sports gear and flirting with girls.”

Brad chuckled, before continueing. “I love dominating people in cheerleading practice.”

“And I have a girlfriend, but still can’t seem to stop fooling around. Though she is in college while I had to stay behind, it’s only fair.” Wrenna laughed in a mock deep voice.

Brad paused, the smile on his face faltering. s**t, had she crossed a line?

“I don’t even know why I’m up here, since I cheated to get high grades all year,” Brad said, his mocking voice gone, his smile sharp and cold.

The laughter died in Wrenna’s throat. Her anger spiked hot and fast. “I didn’t cheat all year! It was once. Once! At least I’m not so stupid I had to repeat a grade!”

Brad’s growl rolled low in his chest as he stepped forward, the sound vibrating through her bones. “You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. At least I actually put the work in, instead of scribbling answers like a spoiled little princess.”

“Oh yeah?” Her voice rose to a shout, her chest heaving. “At least I have discipline instead of sticking my d**k into everything that moves!”

She hadn’t even realized she was backing up until her shoulders hit the wall. Brad’s hands slammed against it on either side of her head, his face inches from hers, eyes burning. His Alpha aura poured over her in waves.

Heat flared between them. His body pressed close, radiating warmth, every breath mingling with hers. They panted, staring each other down like enemies about to strike.

“Not so tough now, are you,” Brad sneered, his voice rough and low.

She wanted to snap back, to spit something venomous, to shove him away. She wanted to hate him, needed to. But his scent wrapped around her, dark and intoxicating, stealing her thoughts.

Instead, her fingers fisted in his collar. With a fierce tug, she dragged him down and crushed her mouth to his.

Brad froze for a heartbeat, startled—then he was devouring her, his lips hard and hungry against hers. A rough sound tore from his throat as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her flush against him.

His mouth was hot, demanding, tasting of salty bacon. His tongue teased her lips before thrusting in, coaxing her open, and she yielded with a desperate little sound she couldn’t stop.

Goddess, he tasted so f*****g good.

His fingers tangled in her hair, tugging just enough to make her gasp, and when her lips parted, he took her deeper. She pressed back, clutching him like she wanted to claw through his shirt.

Her belt clattered to the floor, forgotten. Brad’s hands roamed her waist, sliding under the oversized shirt she’d stolen from him. One sharp tug—and the buttons scattered, the shirt falling open around her.

She should have stopped him. Should have slapped him, screamed, done anything but this. But her hands betrayed her, slipping to the clasp of her bra, undoing it with trembling fingers. The straps slid down her arms, useless on the floor.

Brad’s gaze dropped. His eyes darkened, his wolf flashing in them. “f**k,” he rasped, the word reverent and raw.

Her hand found his and pressed it to her chest, daring him. His groan was guttural as he palmed her breast, squeezing, kneading, his mouth crashing back onto hers like he was claiming every breath she had left.

His warm, rough hands slid to her ass, and suddenly she was weightless. A gasp tore from her lips as her legs locked around his waist, clinging to him on instinct. Their mouths never parted, every kiss harder, hungrier, until she barely noticed the shift in motion—

Until her back hit the mattress. She bounced once, the sheets cool against her overheated skin, and Brad loomed above her. An approving growl rumbled deep in his chest, vibrating through her bones.

“I’ve always wondered what you taste like…” he muttered, voice rough, dangerous. His fingers toyed with the waistband of her panties, sliding just under the edge. “Is it okay if I—?” He left the rest unsaid, his gaze locked on hers.

Her breath caught. Heat coiled low in her belly, sharp and undeniable. “Y—you thought about this?” she whispered, biting her lip, her n*****s tightening under his stare.

His answering chuckle was dark, sinful. “You have no idea.”

Her hands trembled as they closed over his, not pushing away—but pressing him down, urging him closer, daring him to strip the last barrier away.

Her panties had barely hit the floor before his broad shoulders settled between her thighs. He kissed the inside of her knee, then higher, nipping gently as he went. The scrape of his stubble against her sensitive skin made her gasp, her thighs trembling open wider on instinct.

“Bradley—” she started, meaning to stop him, to insult him, something—but her voice broke into a whimper when his mouth hovered just shy of her center, his breath hot against her.

“Shh,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the soft mound of her s*x. Then his tongue flicked out, slow, deliberate, teasing her clit in one wicked stroke.

Wrenna’s head fell back into the pillow, her fingers tangling in his hair. A helpless moan escaped her, hips jerking up, but Brad’s strong hand pressed her down, holding her still.

“f**k,” she gasped, every nerve alight as his tongue began to work her, unhurried, relentless.

“Goddess, I hate you,” She moaned, both hands in his hair now. The insult baseless with the way her body was reacting.

Brad chuckled. “Yes, that’s it, turn that hate into passion.” He pushed two thick fingers inside of her, stretching her. Wrenna’s legs trembled, her eyes rolling in her head. He slowly started moving in and out of her while his tongue flicked her swollen clit.

“Oh, f**k, oh f**k,” Wrenna was almost begging for release.

“That’s it. Such a good girl,” Brad pulled back, but Wrenna pushed him back down, needing the c******l stimulation.

Brad clacked his tongue. “Say please.”

Wrenna lifted herself on the pillow, eyeing his smug face. But she couldn’t stop now, she needed this.

“Please, Br—” she broke off as his hot mouth closed over her, sucking her clit into his mouth.

Her cry tore free before she could stop it. Her fingers tightened in his hair, nails scraping his scalp as heat crashed over her in relentless waves. Her thighs quivered around his head, back arching, every nerve lit alive until she was shaking, undone, his name broken on her lips.