I never had a chance to step inside a prison before, much less been cursed to be sent to one since I was the Lone Star State's good boy who kept his mind on books and stayed out of trouble (though I had been bullied because of it).

But I wasn't here because I was in trouble. I was here to say one final farewell to the two men that I thought would love me for all eternity and would stand by my side as their rightful and true Luna.

Matthieux Rosseaux-Yanez and Luciane Moranox, the disgraced respective former Alphas of their packs here in Sammons Falls and Seattle with the latter being the now-disinherited son of his mother- my aunt- Amalia (the goddess of wrath and goddess of the underworld).

"Great heavens," the warden, a stout and portly older gentleman, breathed as he briefly bowed in front of me after I teleported myself and the Three Harlots into his office. "Master Thierry, have the rogues and rebels been-"

"They will be of no more trouble," I assured him, cutting him off. "The rogues and rebels have been rightfully taken care of, and people are gathering up the loner shifters and displaced hunters who were held captive in rogue packs and various communities. But the main reason for my appearance is to finally see my mates one last time and give them their rightful punishment."

"Understandably so, given what had happened and all," the man said, narrowing his eyes at my sisters who were still stunned at what I did to the whole rogue army. "Of course, I assume that you brought your ex-sisters and ex-cousin as part of this."

"That is true," I commented. "To be precise, I came to give my ex-mates their exact wish and reciprocate their rejection of our mating bond so they can be with these young...ladies of the evening."

"Why would you want to do that?" Mi'Chelle wanted to know, having been silenced by the shock until now.

I turned to her with a nonchalant look. "Isn't it obvious?" I asked. "They thought to get rid of me when they had ample opportunity to fight by my side, but Matt was the one to reject me for you three with Luciane following his orders. Maybe they feel guilty or they stand by their word. Either case, I'm here to grant them AND you three the wish to be together."

To the non-perturbed warden, "Can you tell me where Moranox and Rosseaux-Yanez are by any chance? The sooner that I get this done, the sooner I can move forward with my life as I follow the sun to a new destiny forged for me."

"At this time, they are currently in the mess hall with the other prisoners," the warden answered. "But they are well-guarded since all of the prisoners here as well as the guards and random visitors that stop by have chewed them out for their actions. They even called to arms and wanted to fight for your honor should any of those rogues and rebel hunters come over here. But since all is quiet, those boys are still giving your ex-mates the billionth degree. I can have a few of the guards outside lead you and your...company to the mess hall and have the other prisoners leave so you can have privacy."

"That'll be fine with the escorts, but I want the other prisoners to watch this," I replied, nodding. "I want them to see what happens when a jackass of an Alpha rejects an Omega or a displaced loner for pride, self-preservation, or any other selfish reason. Plus, I figured that an audience would help me get to know these men and women better."

The warden grinned. "Consider it done," he said as two guards appeared and bowed before me. "Send Mr. Lemieux and his company to the mess hall," he instructed. "And make sure that the other guards off-duty provide security in the hallways and the mess hall."

The guards nodded. "This way, Your Grace," he said in a deep voice.

"Thierry, what the hell is going on?" Fianna asked in disbelief.

I shrugged my shoulders as I led the ladies and followed the guards out of the office. "Let's just say that by the end of this evening, you three will have everything you wished for and you'll never hear from me again."

And with this second spell that I had on hand, I was sure of it.

************************

"Damn! I knew that Lemieux looked like a million bucks, but this?! This fucking beats the rumors!"

"No swearing in front of the demigod, man! He'll take you out with a spell or a snap of his fingers!"

"Makes me wonder if I'm a doomed man for breaking my first mate's heart, you know? I wouldn't blame the man if he turned me into a mouse to feed a feline shifter or a housecat."

"Why does he have his sisters and cousin with him?"

"Dunno, but I bet that he has a plan up his sleeve."

Those were some of the hushed whispers that buzzed through the halls of the maximum-security prisoners for the supernatural. And all of the prisoners and guards that were working out or sitting in their cells had stopped whatever they were doing to bow low or drop to their knees in a show of respect. And while I was flattered by their newfound respect and imminent surprise (alongside their allegiance), I had a mission to carry out and nothing was going to distract me.

My entourage and I arrived at the large Spartan-esque mess hall where everyone (prisoners, guards, some visitors, and even the food service workers) was spooked at my appearance- if not disgusted by the sight of my sisters. My gaze fell onto the eastern end of the mess hall where I saw a now-stunned Matt and Luciane slowly drop to their knees as the place soon grew silent.

"Rosseaux-Yanez! Moranox!" barked the second guard that was escorting me and the Gruesome Threesome. "Guess who's here with you! It's y'all original mate and those whores you left him for."

"Thank you," I said to the guard, who only preened as he and the first guard fell back while I led the twins and Mi'Chelle to the boys.

"Thierry," Matt breathed as he stood up to his feet, Luciane remaining kneeling on the floor.

"Rise, Moranox," one of the female guards that were joining the others in guarding his and Matt's private table admonished him. "He's your primary mate- well, your first mate before you broke his heart."

"CO, no offense, but-" Luciane began softly.

"Stand up," I cut him off with exasperation lacing in my voice. "I'm only here to clear the air and make things official."

Luciane nodded, rising to his feet.

"You look great, Thierry," Matt began, stealing a glare at my sisters. "Aside from your sisters, you look out of place for your glorious beauty."

I sniffed. "Funny, because I brought these women just for you," I shot back softly. "And with good reason."

"Wait, what?" Tiana said in disbelief. "Thierry, what are you doing?"

I took a deep breath of courage before I lost my nerve, knowing that this was not going to be easy for me to do or even say since these five didn't think that I deserve to be by their side. "The day that you gentlemen rejected me for my twin sisters and cousin Mi'Chelle was when I had this feeling that I was going to lose the loves of my life and that my fears of being left in the cold by them were coming to fruition. Maybe it was my fault for even thinking like that, given the rogue situation and my being pregnant at the time. Or maybe it was the hormones in me warning me to take it easy and care for my fallen unborn. Either way, you affirmed my worst nightmares and robbed me of my children when you two former Alphas decided that the only way to save the pack and bring back Mr. and Mrs. Rosseaux-Yanez was to sacrifice me to these three she-devils who had no intention of showing any repentance of their sins. Matt and Luciane, I told you my story regarding my life back in Austin and hoped that my fears of being abandoned were not going to come to reality. But you misused my love for your self-preservation, only to lose two of the many people that I hoped to see me thrive into the person that I am today.

"But I'm not here to show condemnation or any more contempt towards you gentlemen," I went on, my voice warbling slightly but keeping my strong reserve on display. "In fact, I decided that I would not only grant your rejection of the former mating bond but also set you two free to marry my sisters and Mi'Chelle. That is if polygamy is still a thing."

"Thierry, you can't be serious," Matt replied sharply, his voice thick with emotion. "I was doing what was best to save my parents. I needed to keep you safe, even if it meant making you hate me. I didn't want to lose you."

"Well, we might as well lose him thanks to those whores stabbing him in the chest with that sword," Luciane spat. To me, "Thierry, not a second goes by when I regret going along with this with Matt. I wanted to stand by your side and be your only soulmate if it weren't for that she-devil of a cousin threatening to maul my pack."

"And this she-devil can hear you," my cousin in question muttered lowly.

I shrugged. "And I don't blame you," I replied flippantly. "But you decided to follow the crowd and leave me for dead, watching my sisters maul two innocent people after murdering a redeemed Omega female who was the daughter of Gammas. I give you both my virginity and my willingness to be yours, Luciane Moranox, only for you and Matthieux to reject me when I needed you and kill my unborn with those words of venom. And with that, I can only count my blessings and follow the sun to my newest adventure."

"Thierry-" Matt began.

I snapped my fingers, silencing him. "Enough," I snapped. To my sisters and Mi'Chelle (also silenced by my magic), "You girls show no remorse for your sins, unlike your parents. I have nothing but contempt and disdain for you both and only wish that you learn what it means to live in my shoes. But for the moment, I call the shots and have decided to let you be happy with my fallen mates. All that I ask is that you be happy with the choices you made and will make in the future."

"Are you serious?" mouthed Fianna. "What the hell are you going to do?"

"This," I said as I snapped my fingers twice and pulled my former mates to the girls while the guards stood back as did everyone else. Separating from the perplexed five-person group, I waved my hands around as a circle formed around them followed by a four-point star that signified the main four elements: air at the north, water at the east, fire at the south, and earth/metal in the west. I nodded in satisfaction as I felt a boost of power begins to flow from within me.

People were muttering and moving towards the entrance while only a few of the foolishly brave stepped forward to watch what I was going to do next.

I snapped my fingers twice, forcing my former mates to shift into their all-black werewolf forms as the girls silently screamed in panic and vainly tried to escape the circle. I smiled, knowing that this was perfect for the second spell that I had in mind.

The Spell of Broken Lovers

"My heart once broken by rejection is now made anew. You say that I'll be loved again, and this is very true. By the powers of the gods, with my magic times three, I revoke our fated soulmate bonds. I now set you free. This is my wish for you. This is my command. I reject you both as you take your lovers' hands. I pray for your souls to find mercy by she who creates all. But remember that the proudest will have the furthest to fall," I said in Latin, a small tornado of white and gold flames circling the five teens.

I blew a kiss at them, watching in satisfaction as they disappeared.

"Clam Diggity," exclaimed the warden, who had been watching from the entryway as he squeezed by some of the visitors before joining me. "Where the Sam Hill did you take them to, Your Grace? And why did you let them escape?"

I turned to him with a wan smile on my face. "Sent them back to Austin, Texas," I replied. "I figured that now's as good as any to send the girls back home with their new boyfriends and future baby daddies. Of course, I also revoked their memories of being related or having anything to do with me as well as revoked the guys of their wolves, but they won't remember that. All they'll know is that the boys got stuck with three harlots for future wives while I get to count my blessings and move forward with my life. As Angie Stone sang, so say I: my sunshine has come and I'm all cried out as there's no more rain in this cloud."

"Damn," the warden replied, nodding slowly. He bowed low again as did everyone else. "Kid, you got big balls to pull this off. So, what are you going to do now?"

"Simple," I replied. "I'm going to follow the sun and count blessings."

And with a final snap of my fingers, I teleported out of the prison and headed back to the school where my friends (all of them alive without any more bloodshed or casualties) were waiting for me.

And just like that, it was time to move forward.

Our little Thierry is growing up so fast, my friends! It's going to be hard saying goodbye to this story. But we have a two-part epilogue to get through. Part one will feature our hero and his change of fate, and it's coming up next!

Song: "My Sunshine Has Come" by Angie Stone. Dedication: Story_maker12345.

Vote.
Comment.
Share.
Follow.
Add.
FAN!