A happy wedding

“You look nervous,” Lora said at breakfast on the day of the wedding.

“Thanks,” Timothy replied sarcastically. “It’s just a big thing, you know? I’m not having second thoughts or anything. I’m just…”

“You’re worried your father will show up and mess everything up somehow even though our lawyer told you that due to Alpha marriages inside an Oedipal Zone supersede any previous marriage and it wasn’t necessary for me to pursue a divorce.”

Timothy’s mouth opened and closed a few times. “How...?”

"Sweetheart, I carried you around in my womb for nine months and then lived with you for another 22 years. There is _nothing _going on in that head of yours that I don't know about. I also know the perfect way to make you feel better." Lora lifted up her shirt, smiling as she saw her sons eyes immediately shoot to her tits.

“Th...thanks, Mom… looking at those do make me feel better.”

Lora giggled. “See. Told you. Now eat your breakfast and then get lost. I need to get changed and it’s bad luck to see me in my wedding dress before the ceremony.” When she noticed he wasn’t eating but staring at her boobs she sighed and pulled her shirt back down. “Eat”

“Right, right,” Timothy said, grinning, and shoveling food into his mouth.

It was a small ceremony. Edward stood as his best man, while Edward's mother was the maid of honour. Father Cavill led the ceremony. The audience was composed of the people Edward had gotten to move here as well. His new friends who jokingly referred to themselves as the 'Founding Alphas' and their mothers as well as other Betas with whom they'd gotten close. About fifteen guests, all told.

As the music began to play and Lora walked up the hill, Timothy couldn’t help but smile widely, seeing his mother in her white dress, about to marry him.

“Dearly beloved,” Cavill started in his heavy tone of voice. “We are gathered here today to celebrate that most holy thing of all, love. And not just any love, but the love between a mother and her son; that deepest of relationships. Who loves a man more than his mother, and who loves a woman more than her son?”

Timothy noticed the mothers and sons in the audience nodding along with the words, grabbing the hand of their partner.

“The union between these two beautiful souls, Timothy and Lora Green, will be the first to bless our town. A holy union between a son and his mother, and between an Alpha and his Beta. May it provide happiness for all of us to see the joy in their hearts at being joined. I believe the couple have prepared their own vows.”

“Mom,” Timothy began. “I have loved you since I was able to understand what love was. From a boyhood crush, to the love of a grown man who knows the woman in front of him is his soulmate. I want to spend the rest of my life with you as your husband and Alpha.”

“I love you so much, baby,” continued Lora. “How you were always there for me when I needed you. Always putting up a bright face even when things were toughest. You have been my rock, my beautiful son. And I could not be more proud of the man you’ve become, or to be yours in every way.”

Cavill smiled. “Do you, Lora Green, take your son and Alpha to be your lawfully wedded husband; to love, cherish and obey all his wishes; to submit to him completely?”

“I do.”

“Do you, Timothy Green, take your mother and Beta, to be your lawfully wedded first wife; to love, cherish and protect; to ensure her happiness for as long as she is yours?”

“I do.”

“If any Alpha present wishes to announce a previous claim, do so now or forever hold your peace.”

Cavill glanced around the room, his eyes almost daring anyone to risk his wrath and say something before continuing. “Then you may now kiss the bride”

Their friends cheered as they kissed, sealing their vows.

“Sir?” one of the men from Pearson's private security contractor tapped Cavill on the shoulder. No police **** had been established yet, so they were providing some similar functions, as well as watching the construction and archeological sites. “We apprehended someone coming into town. It appears you were right.”

Cavill had a nasty smile on his face before he caught himself. “Excellent, go get Eduardo, Nathan and George will you? This requires the three of them.”

“Doctor Hawkins? Why him?” Cavill just looked at the man, before moving to the security tent that had been set up, not bothering to answer.

Three very young men entered the tent, Eduardo Rodriguez, George Brandt and Nathan Hawkins. Eduardo was a very talented lawyer and Pearson’s representative in the Queen’s River project. Nathan Hawkins was a general practitioner as well as a geneticist, snapped up by Pearsons after publishing a research paper that was quickly recalled and classified. He was rumoured to have been doing some work for a military venture before being reassigned by Pearson’s to oversee the clinic in Queen’s River. And lastly, George Brandt. The fixer, they called him. Connections in politics and the underworld, he made sure things got done that needed to be done.

“Timothy’s father?” Eduardo said, looking at the bound and gagged squirming man on the floor before them. Cavill nodded.

“Yes, this will clear a significant part of Timothy’s debt to Pearson’s.” Hawkins said. “Perfect test subject for our new feminization procedure upgrades.” He leaned down and looked at the man who was trying to roll away. “You’re a lucky girl! Or at least you will be.” Hawkins grinned. “This procedure is extremely expensive and you’re getting it with no money down! Don’t worry about the payment, something has already been arranged. In fact, you’ll never have to worry about money ever again.” Timothy’s father did not seem pleased by this news, protesting through his gag.

“I assume you’ll be able to seize the assets?” Cavill addressed Eduardo.

“Oh yes, the moment he stepped inside the OZ, everything he had belonged to Timothy. I expect that after Brandt is done with him, he’ll give us access to everything we haven’t found yet.” Eduardo smirked. “The girls he turns out are usually very compliant.”

Brandt started taking notes. “Assuming a long term lease…” he looked at the man who seemed to be terrified. “Both he and Pearson’s will make a neat little profit. A site whore is always fantastic motivation for the lads in construction. I hope you like sweaty balls sweetheart, you’re going to be sucking on a lot of them.”

As Cavill strode out of the tent, satisfied, the last thing he heard was Timothy’s deadbeat father screaming around his gag. “Well, that’s my gift to the happy couple” he smirked.