A fairy tale cut short

Henry was the perfect Alpha husband, Rebekah thought. Strong, commanding and decisive. But also really sweet and thoughtful. Not to mention a cock that seemed perpetually hard for her. She’d learned early on to stop wearing expensive panties unless it was a special occasion. The moment her husband came home he’d come up to her, kiss her, rip them off and plunge into her.

He was also a really good father for the kids, both the daughters he had with his and her mothers, and for little Jackson who was slowly turning into almost a carbon copy of his father. And with another couple of kids on the way, she and his mother were both expecting again, she expected a happy household for many years to come.

She enjoyed the quiet moments when it was the two of them, as well as fucking the sluts her husband brought home or at any of the clubs they visited together with him, making them gag on the massive piece of meat he had between his legs.

They remained good friends with Melissa and Matthew, frequently having them over for dinner and the occasional orgy. Rebekah had lost touch with one of her and Melissa’s other college friends, Jessica, due to her husband being very controlling. But on a road trip she took with Henry she did make a new friend in Zoe, a single mom and waitress who they’d spent a very memorable night with. Rebekah was convinced she’d get Zoe to move out to Queen’s River in the next few years when her son was a bit older.

Everything seemed perfect, for about 15 years when Henry suddenly collapsed and was rushed to the hospital. “I’m really sorry to have to tell you this Henry,” sighed Doctor McCormack.

“Give it to me straight, Doc”.

“You have a couple of months at best. The stroke did a lot of damage. We’re mitigating some of it with treatment but…”

Henry nodded. “You can show my family in now.”

“Son, I’m counting on you to take care of the family. It’s not fair to you, I know. But you need to step up.”

“Of course dad, you can count on me.” Jackson stood, holding his father’s hand. It was an image that was seared into Rebekah’s mind. He was so much like his father already.

“Sweetheart, can you go get me something from the vending machine?” She turned to her husband after Jackson had gone. “He’s just a kid” she hissed, the first time she ever recalled not agreeing with her husband. “You can’t put that kind of pressure on him!”

“He’ll be an Alpha in a few years time.”

“Yes! And until then, he’s just a kid. My kid. Our kid! Why won’t you let me take care of you, of him until then?”

“This” Henry coughed. “This is the way it is here, he’s practically a man already. You know how responsible he is. Hell, half the neighbourhood kids, even the ones older than him, already look up to him. He can handle it.”

“That is exactly my point. He’s already taking on far too much. You know he actually cooked dinner last night and told me, me, his mother, that everything would be okay and he’d look after me. I’m supposed to be his parent!”

Henry smiled. “Good man.”

“No… good boy. Because that’s what he is, for another few years at least. A boy. A boy who should be running around pulling pranks, playing video games, enjoying life!”

“Honey, I love you more than life itself, but I think Jackson can handle it. Hell, I think taking care of you, and you need taking care of, will help him as well. Now, after I’m gone, I don’t think you should wait too long to get married again. I actually have someone in mind, a really nice beta from work. He’ll treat you well. He and Jackson get along as a matter of fact, which will make the transition easier for when Jackson takes over the family once he turns 19.”

Rebekah looked at her husband disbelievingly. “Seriously, you’re seriously already setting me up with someone. You’re not even dead!”

“But I will be,” Henry looked at her, a serious glint in his eyes. “And I will rest a damn sight easier if I knew you and Jackson would be taken care of. Promise me you’ll at least give Alex a chance.”

Rebekah sighed, knowing there was no arguing with her husband when he’d made up his mind. “Alright, alright, I’ll give Alex a chance. But you need to lay off on Jackson a bit. Don’t put the weight of the world on those shoulders.”

“Just let him help you a bit, it’ll be good for him.”

“If you say so,” Rebekah said. “If you say so.”

“You cannot be serious” Rebekah almost shouted, outraged at Melissa’s suggestion.

“Well I mean… it would solve our problems wouldn’t it? And you said it wouldn’t harm them, just… make them more inclined to listen to our suggestions, to let us pamper them, take care of them.”

“I’m going to ignore you ever said this” said Rebekah, getting up and moving to her car, storming off. The nerve of her! To even think about drugging her own son! Rebekah drove off, furious.

But being angry never lasted long with Rebekah. “I don’t need to be taken care of.” she muttered. She drove to Cedar Point. Henry always said he loved to go there to think. “That’s what I need, a quiet place to get everything straight in my mind”. The place was empty when she got there. “Perfect”.

“I guess this is what Alphas do,” she laughed, sitting on a bench overlooking the town, holding a beer she’d gotten at the 7/11. “What am I going to do without you Henry…” She shook her head. “No tears, not now. Not until he’s actually gone. He needs me, Jackson needs me…” God, was Melissa’s insane idea actually a good one? Jackson would never allow her to mother him. Too much sense of responsibility. “Henry raised him too well,” she snorted. She’d need to take matters into her own hands. **** Jackson to be a kid. She’d need to be strong for her family. Take charge, be… be the Alpha. Just until Jackson was old enough, just until he’d actually gotten to be a kid. She realized she’d made her mind up long before she got here. Hell, maybe even the moment Melissa suggested it.

Rebekah grabbed her laptop from her bag and started to type. There was work to be done, the formula needed tweaking so it would do exactly what she wanted it to. The formula Pearson rejected because it didn’t just instill docility in Betas, it could bond even Alphas to whichever person’s DNA was introduced to it. “I doubt this is what Henry had in mind when he told me to get that Bio-Chem PhD,” she smiled. “But I’ll be damned if I’ll let my boy be **** into adulthood, into Alphahood until he’s had time to be a kid. You’ve taken care of us for all these Henry, now it’s my turn. I’ll take care of our family. Our boy.”