Thierry's POV

"Looking good, Lemieux."

I snapped out of my thoughts, my heart nearly leaping out of my chest as I soon faced a smiling Matt as he looked like he was ready for a total rager in Downtown Boston: crisp, white T-shirt with a pair of faded blue jeans and black Nike tennis shoes. "Well, you're not too bad yourself," I commented, taking a moment to calm my racing heart while frowning at my semi-formal dress shirt and beige jeans complete with brown Timberland boots. "Though I think you got me beaten in the fashion department since I'm mainly dressed for another day of classes and all that."

"No need to be so shy, roomie," Matt teased, leading me to the nearby dresser. "Though it wouldn't kill you to learn how to loosen up a little."

"Well, tell that to my rattled nerves since this is the first party that I'm officially invited to attend, not just to clean up the mess," I replied. "I mean, I-"

"Stop," Matt barked sternly as Landon came into the room. "That family's got your mind so fucking clouded with insecurities, bro. They don't know that you're a talented kid with so much fucking potential that you could be president and they'd still treat you like garbage if not attempt to assassinate you. It angers the hell out of me when you talk down to yourself like that when you're one hell of a kid who needs good allies and good times."

I sighed heavily. "I wish I could believe it my damn self," I replied softly,  slightly surprised that I cursed for the first time in my life. "Maybe I should skip out on the party and-"

"No way," Landon exclaimed, coming to his friend's side and also glaring at me. "Dude, you can't let some bad thoughts try to cloud your mind. And like we promised you, we're going to keep you safe and make sure that no one tries anything funny. The headmistress, Mrs. Vivacious, and some other adults will be there to ensure everything goes well, so there's nothing to worry about."

I took a deep breath. "Well, if you're sure that nothing can go wrong," I said. "Just remember that I'm planning to head out if I get one whiff of any nasty business going on."

"Scouts' honor," vowed Matt. "Now, are you ready for a good time tonight?"

I nodded. "As ready as I'll ever be," I replied. "Student Union Complex, here I come. Let the good times roll."

With either of the jocks at my side, I was soon escorted out of my room and out of the dorm. Saying a silent prayer for strength, I made a quick reminder to call Grandma Dru as soon as I had a chance. Because something was telling me that I should've fought to stay inside and not come out unless it was time to order in.

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The party wasn't the usual head-banging, mess-creating crowd-gatherer with large amounts of alcohol and teens dressed provocatively while making bad choices and causing drama.

Rather, it was more or less toned down with some students dressing up for date nights yet there were some adults ready to kick out any unruly guests. Some alcohol was meant for the adults coming over, but everyone else stuck to the usual cups of fruit punch or cans and bottles of soda while munching on some catered food from The Red Rose (Electrique and Aquilla were there to provide comical entertainment when we weren't chatting happily). But even as I had made nice with some students and let myself show off some dance moves (with Ms. Vivacious, no less): I still felt uncomfortable around everyone who felt like they were in their element.

My cell rang. Grandma Dru. Sneaking outside the main hallway of the building, I answered it. "Yeah," I said.

"Hey, baby. I was seeing how you're coming along and wanted to hear your voice," my grandmother's honeyed drawl greeted me, making me feel warm yet not too homesick. "It sounds like there's a party going on."

"It is," I replied. "The athletic clubs are throwing a pre-football season party and it's being supervised by some teachers there, the headmistress and my homeroom teacher Ms. Vivacious included. You remember her, do you?"

"Ah, yes," Grandma answered. "Tell me, is Ariana your mentor?"

"Yes, she is, and she even introduced me to some of her friends from the restaurant and cafe she owns," I replied. "She said that I could use some social mentoring and things like that."

"I bet she did," Grandma chuckled. "I was her best Judy when we were in college before you were born, so I know that she and her friends are being yours. But I want to know how you're doing, Thierry. I know it's not easy being away and all."

I took a deep breath. "I'm taking it easy, but something's telling me that I shouldn't be at this party," I admitted. I paused to wave hello at some passing cheerleaders. "I mean, I know that I should be safe and all, but something's warning me to go back to my dorm and stay in."

"You may be right, but it's only September," Grandma replied. "And if there are teachers there at the party, then you should be good to go. And besides, a little party never hurt anyone. Just remember to stay within your limits and don't accept anything that seems spiked."

"Right." I nodded, noticing that Matt was waiting for me with a plate of food and a cup of punch. "I better go. My roommate got me a plate to eat and I hadn't eaten much all day today. We'll chat later."

"All right, Thierry," Grandma said. "Have fun. I miss you."

"I miss you more," I said sweetly. "Bye-bye."

I disconnected the call before heading back to the party. "Looks like a good spread of food," I commented, accepting the plate of sliders, chips, and some meatballs before taking a sip of the fruit punch. "This is pretty good stuff."

"Figured that you're hungry," Matt replied cheerfully. "Hey, who was calling you?"

"My grandma. My one and only supportive relative who loved me for being unapologetically me while everyone else wants me gone," I replied as I finished the drink. "She was checking in on me and gave me a pep talk on learning to have some fun.

"Good to know," Landon commented. "Why don't you take a seat and enjoy your food, man?"

I nodded. "I think I will," I replied. "I didn't get a chance to eat since I mainly studied for most of the day."

I started to walk towards a set of circular tables before I suddenly grew dizzy. The last thing I remembered was falling into someone's arms as someone else called my name- Mrs. Rosseaux-Yanez, maybe before the darkness swallowed me whole.

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Matt's POV

He drank the punch.

My sexy little mate had drunk the punch that was laced with the potion from the witch, though I think I added a bit too much into the cup. "I got him," I assured the other partygoers as my mate was going in and out of consciousness. "I'll take him home."

"Are you sure?" Mom asked me, though she had a suspicious look on her face as if she knew. "You need to at least make sure that Thierry has something to eat when he wakes up."

"I'll order us some food," I promised her. To the other guests, "Enjoy the party, guys. Thierry's going to be just fine."

I hoisted my mate in a fireman's carry and took him home.

I know what you did, Mom scolded me through the mind link. Don't think that I didn't see you pour that potion into his cup.

Shit, she knows! Mom, I- I began.

You're just like your father when he did the same thing to me, she cut me off. Just don't break his heart, son. And be sure to tell him everything.

I will, I vowed. He needs to know that he'll be soon one of us, and not even his family will stop me.

Like I said, son, don't break his heart. He's been through enough pain thanks to his parents, uncles, cousins, and sisters. He's your mate, after all.

I don't intend to, I replied as I arrived at the dorm. Heading to my room, I sat down a slightly-conscious Thierry on my bed, who was mumbling and giving me a passionate look. "Goddamn," he said weakly. "I need some cock right now."

"Would you like me to make love to you?" I asked, letting my voice deepen to sound like Sirion's as I began to undress him slowly. "I want to make you feel good."

"Yes, please," he whimpered as he let me peel off his T-shirt and jeans to reveal the tight gray briefs that hugged him slowly. "Make me feel good, Matthieux. Please make me feel good."

I gave him a feral grin, letting my eyes glow Alpha red before stripping out of my clothes until we were naked and I climbed on top of him. Grabbing my phone, I snuck in a picture of us and posted it on my private Instagram account (that was meant for my werewolf pack). "Tonight is when I make sweet love to you, my mate," I hissed, sitting on top of his hardening cock. "Tonight is when I plan to claim you as mine."

I slowly leaned towards him for a kiss, our tongues tentatively dancing around each other in a flaming heat of desire that soon gave way to lust.

And for five hours straight, Thierry and I made sweet love to the break of dawn. Of course, I knew that I had to tell him that he and I were soulmates and that I was a werewolf among other things. But tonight...my mate and I were glowing in the lights of sensual seduction.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is when the REAL storyline begins! And in the next two chapters, Thierry's life turns topsy-turvy and inside-out! Stick around, folks, 'cause the drama is about to unfold like a vengeance!

Dedication: TheLandscaper. Song: "Drink to That" by Rhianna.

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