The Protector

Chapter 23

CHAPTER 23

Tiffany did not take the news of an Omega nobody being mates with a wealthy Alpha's son. So she listened to the rumors floating around. She wasn't interested in theories or speculation. She learned long ago if you really want to destroy someone use the one thing that hurts the most. The truth. The best person to sort out fact from fiction was the school's newspaper nerd.

"Hey there Jason." Tiffany sang as she entered the closet sized office.

"Wha-Tiffany? H-hey. What are y-you doing here?" Stuttered the skinny young man with thick glasses.

Shutting the door, she triumphantly smiled to herself as she heard him gulp nervously. "I just came to personally thank you for the lovely article you wrote about the cheer squad." She gushed dramatically with a bright smile.

"T-thanks I-I'm glad you liked it," Jason blushed, his pale skin turning an unsightly blotchy red and he swallowed hard as he watched her walk towards him.

Sitting on the edge of his desk, Tiffany leaned forward to seductively whisper, "Oh I more than liked it... I loved it." She allowed her lips to brush his ear.

So easy, she thought as she saw the straining bulge in his pants.

"I had some questions about some rumors that I heard. I know you only deal with facts as only a serious reporter should. Perhaps you could help me and perhaps..." she said huskily as she ran her hands down the outside of his thighs, "I could help you."

Jason was breathing hard, "Um. Sure. Whatever you want." he panted. 

Tiffany grinned evilly as she firmly ran her hands over the straining fabric and watched him disgrace himself by coming in his pants, "Now that's a good boy."

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Tracy and Carla were waiting outside of football practice for the guys when Tiffany and her squad approached them.

"We didn't take your hairspray, tan in a can, or condoms. So there's no reason for you to steal our air." Tracy said sarcastically.

"Condoms we have. Maybe you should consider buying a pack for your mate when he's banging someone in your room," Tiffany snarked.

"What do you want bitch?" Carla growled angrily.

Looking at her target, Tiffany smirked. "Does your bestie know that you're a murderer?"

"Not a murderer yet but you're definitely tempting me." Carla said tersely.

"Oh, you're responsible for a murder alright. It's your fault that your mother and her father are dead."

"How am I responsible for that?"Carla demanded.

"According to the police report, you told them your mother fell down the stairs looking for you. When you didn't answer her, she ran to find you before slipping and falling to her death."

Guilt filled memories flooded Carla's mind.

"Carla! Carla!" her mother screamed as she frantically ran back and forth looking for her.

When the barricade her mother had erected at the front door failed, Jackson angrily forced his way through. Hidden, Carla whimpered quietly, absently listening as the 9-1-1 operator told her that an officer was on the way.

"Carla!" her mother called out before running up the stairs just as Jackson crashed through the door. Her mother screamed as hard thumps resounded off the steps. Carla looked through the small grate at the bottom the door, her mother's body laid lifeless at the base of the steps. Then Jackson's brown shoes came into view. Standing over her body, everything was silent.