The Alpha Princess and Her Enemy

Pre Graduation Party

Wrenna POV

Wrenna woke up in her dorm room, a smile immediately forming on her face when she thought of the bonfire and Brad’s displeased face. She lived for his anger.

She quickly showered and slid into a white and pink summer dress, her hair falling in loose waves over her shoulders. When she stepped into the shared kitchen, her unit was already up.

“Oh my Goddess,” Callie gasped, holding up her phone where Wrenna saw a vague picture that seemed to look like a f*******: post. “Sienna dumped Brad at the bonfire yesterday! It’s all over my feed.”

That only made Wrenna’s grin widen. Finally, he’d gotten what was coming to him.

“Sieasignle?” Killian asked, his mouth stuffed with a sandwich.

“Ieuw! Gross! At least swallow before you speak!” Callie snapped, making a face.

“I said, is Sienna single? I might have to hit that after summer,” Killian said matter of factly, referring to them all going to Alpha college together.

“You hit everything that moves,” Callie grumbled.

“Moving isn’t a requirement.” Killian shrugged. Callie opened her mouth to respond when Damian cut her off.

“Can we just eat without fighting for one morning?” he asked, placing a cup of coffee in front of Wrenna.

“Thanks,” she smiled.

She’d always thought her brother Rowan was going to be Alpha since the other unit’s kids were born at the same time as him, but Brax had held firm. Wrenna was first born, so she got the title. Not that Rowan minded. He and his unit had been training for years—planning to become an elite warrior unit instead.

So, Wrenna had hand picked her unit. Callista, 18, used to be one of her bullies, but they’d gone from enemies to friends over the years and now she was her most faithful supporter, making her Wrenna’s Beta.

Killian, 19, had a smart mouth on him and was infuriating even at the best of times, but he was a strategist and a logical thinker, making him her Delta.

And then there was Damian. He was her rock. He’d moved to the pack when she’d turned five and they’d been inseparable. Unsurprisingly, he was her Gamma.

“Is Brad still giving you a hard time?” Damian asked, while Callie and Killian were stuck in banter of their own.

“When is he not.” She sighed, wishing that at least one of them were in the same school as her, but after elementary, the Council always split them into nearby human schools. But instead of sending them home every night, they kept them in shared housing on campus — a way to ensure their independence while also watching over them. Which meant Wrenna not only shared her school with Brad Blackbriar, she shared this damn campus too.

“Are we driving back to the pack straight after school, or does someone have party they need to go to?” Damian asked, being as responsible as ever.

“Nope, no party,” Callie smiled.

I cannot wait until Alpha College,” Killian sighed, “on campus for a whole year. You know what that means—new p***y in my bed every night.”

Callie groaned, while Damian gave him a disapproving look.

“You know, you’re so bland about it, your mate could be listening in and she is not going to appreciate you sleeping around.” Damian shook his head.

“Oh, come on. Tell me you’re not thinking the same thing?” Killian scoffed. Damian didn’t answer, but Wrenna was somehow sure that Damian was keeping his virginity for his mate.

“And you know what they say about those cat shifters… they’re insatiable, plus they love threesomes,” Killian continued. If it wasn’t for his strategic, out of the box thinking, Wrenna was such she wouldn’t have included him in her unit.

The last week of school dragged on. Every time she turned a corner, there he was. Smirking in math, swaggering in gym, and—of course—ruining cheer practice with his stupid comments.

It was like he was everywhere. She ran into him at lunch, in class and even when she was switching books at her locker. But…there was something different about him. The way he looked at her. It was almost like…he knew something. No, he couldn’t… could he?

“Wrenna Dravenwood and Bradley Blackbriar.” Principal Lopez said, entering the classroom during a random lesson. Now that exams were finally over, lessons had turned into little more than gossip and games.

Wrenna waited with bated breath. Did this have something to do with her cheating?

“You have both been chosen as Valedictorians. Congratulations. You’ll be part of the graduation party and you’ll give a speech together. I expect it to be… harmonious” Principal Lopez smiled, his eyes darting between them. This was on purpose! She just knew it! A ploy for them to have to work together!

The bell rang and Wrenna stalked over to her locker, anger pouring out of her.

“Wren-na,” Brad’s voice sung behind her. She rolled her eyes and took a deep breath before turning around.

Looks like we’ll be spending the whole weekend together, Princess. Try not to fall for me before Monday.

“Oh please,” she scoffed, “don’t kid yourself.”

“See you after school?” he asked, before adding, “Your room or mine?”

“Neither. I have a party to attend. With Aiden,” she grinned. Brad’s expression darkned for a second, before a cocky grin formed on his lips.

“You’re not going with Aiden. You’re going with me.”

“Why the hell would I do that?!” she asked, slamming her locker shut.

“Because if you don’t…I’ll tell Principal Lopez that you cheated.”

“I didn’t—” Wrenna bristled.

“Oh, spare me the drama,” Brad cut her off. “I have the CCTV footage,” he smirked. The color in Wrenna’s face drained. s**t…the camara’s she’d completely forgotten about them.

“So you,” Brad murmured, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear. Wrenna jerked her head away, scowling, “are going to text Aiden and tell him you’re not going with him, and I’ll be picking you up at eight,”

Wrenna’s eyes turned to slits, as Brad smiled and walked away.

“Oh, and wear that short little pink dress …the one that screams Alpha Princess. You know the one.”

She pulled on her black heels, still bristling as Brad pulled up in his sleek sports car. His windows were pulled down and he—of course—was grinning. He pushed his car into park and he moved his hand to his door—

“Don’t even think of getting out and opening my door. This is not a date,” she snapped, yanking open the door and shutting it with a lot more force than necessary. Aiden had been sad she’d canceled on him—and she’d almost felt bad, but guilt didn’t erase that CCTV footage.

When Brad still didn’t drive, she looked over at him to see his eyes lingering on her long legs.

“Don’t look at me like that. I am way out of your league. I don’t date assholes.” She scowled.

“Oh, princess, we don’t need to date for me to appreciate your body.” He murmured. She hated to admit it, but the way he said it made her clench her thighs tighter together. No! She hated him.

It didn’t take long for them to pull up to Tate Donovan’s house. His parents were on yet another lavish holiday, so the human boy decided to throw a graduation party.

Wrenna got out of the car, pulling her dress down. This one really was short.

“Come on, princess, we have a grand entrance to make.” Brad drawled wearing his football jacket, not bothering to wait for her, heading straight to a group of his jock friends that stood in front of the house. Wrenna glared after him, and followed behind him like some domesticated b***h.

When she approached, one of them wolf whistled at her. “Aiden is one lucky man tonight,”

“Or he might get lucky,” one of them muttered under his breath, causing the rest to chuckle. Wrenna’s eyebrows pinched together, but before she could give the comment more thought, Brad’s arm slid around her shoulder.

“Actually, she’s with me.” He pulled her along, towards the front door.

When they stepped inside, all eyes moved to them. She could almost hear their thoughts.

“Wrenna and Brad? But they hate each other?!” It wasn’t a secret. They weren’t exactly shy about it.

Wrenna’s cheeks tinged pink, but she jutted her chin out, owning it. Brad’s arm was still draped around her as he steered her through the throng of sweaty, dancing bodies. He snagged a drink off a tray for her, while he one of his own pack mates brought him another cup.

“What’s in that?” Wrenna asked, eyeing the amber drink.

“Wolfen loaded scotch., but don’t worry. I’m having Steve drive us home.” He gestured towards one of his other pack members.

While Brad talked to his friends, Wrenna’s eyes darted around the party. She saw a few of her Siren’s laughing and drinking. She was just about to go over to them when her eyes landed on Aiden, standing in the doorway to the kitchen, his back to her.

She smiled, and headed his way, wanting to surprise him. She would gladly ditch Brad for him. But when she approached, what she heard made her stomach twist.

“Nah, she canceled on me.” Aiden said.

“Oh man, too bad. Wrenna’s a ten. Cheer captain and a body like that…. You would have ended first place in our group.” Another one of the boy’s said.

“We all know Brad would be number one in the ranking, but he’s too lame to join our little group.” One of them held up his phone and Wrenna saw a ranking of sorts, and lude pictures of women underneath, with what seemed to be descriptions.

She was just about to tell them exactly what she thought of them when Brad yanked her towards him and steered her away.

“What the hell?! Did you know about that?” She scoffed.

“I’m on it. Don’t worry about it.” He said casually, but she noticed a flicker of something in his gaze. “Now, dance with me.”

Brad didn’t give her time to argue. He pulled her onto the dance floor, right into the crush of bodies. The bass pounded through her heels, into her chest, until it felt like her heartbeat matched the rhythm.

“Brad—” she started, but he spun her under his arm so fast she stumbled and—dammit—laughed. A real laugh, slipping out before she could stop it.

His grin widened. “See? You’re having fun already.”

“Shut up,” she muttered, cheeks heating. But when he pulled her back against him, his hands settling a little too confidently at her hips, she didn’t move away.

“You’re a good dancer,” she blurted, then immediately regretted it.

“I know,” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear.

To distract herself, she reached down and stole the cup from his hand, tipping it back before he could stop her. The scotch burned her throat, but she refused to cough.

“That’s mine, Princess,” he drawled. Then, louder: “Hey, Darren, get Wrenna her own scotch.”

She blinked. “I don’t need—”

But Darren was already shoving a fresh cup into her hand. She glared at Brad, who only smirked and clinked his glass against hers. “Welcome to the big leagues.”

She took another sip just to spite him. The warmth spread faster this time, buzzing under her skin. The music swallowed her, her body moving before her brain could catch up.

Closer. Hotter. She wasn’t sure when her back ended up pressed to his chest, his hands firm at her waist, guiding her with the beat. At one point she might have even rolled her hips against him, the crowd too thick and the music too loud to care.

She didn’t remember when her laughter turned breathless, or when his lips brushed the edge of her hair as if by accident.

All she knew was the scotch was warm in her veins, Brad was warm against her, and everything else blurred into the music.