The Wars of Ivory White (Book I: The Protector)

Chapter 29

CHAPTER 29

Tiffany didn't take the news well of an 'Omega nobody' being mated to a wealthy Alpha's son. So, she listened to the rumors floating around. Tiffany learned long ago that if you really wanted to destroy someone, and not just their reputation, use the one thing that hurts the most; the truth. The best person for her to sort out fact from fiction was the school's newspaper nerd.

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

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

Hearing him gulp nervously, she smiled deviously and shut the door. "I came by to personally thank you for that lovely article you wrote about the cheer squad." She gushed falsely with a fake smile.

"T-thanks I-I'm glad you liked it," Jason blushed, his pale skin turning blotchy red. Swallowing hard, he watched her sashay seductively towards him.

When she sat on his desk, Tiffany leaned forward to thrust her boobs in his face. "Oooh, I more than liked it... I loved it." She whispered in his ear, her lips slightly brushing Jason's outer lobe.

'So easy' she thought, noticing the bulge in his pants.

"I have questions about some rumors I heard. I know that you only deal with the facts, as a serious reporter should. But perhaps you could make an exception and help me with something." she said huskily, before running her hands down the outside of his thighs. "I could help you." she said, seductively.

Overwhelmed by the attention, Jason's breaths were erratic. "Um. S-sure. W-whatever you want." he panted.

Grinning at her obvious success, Tiffany devilishly ran her hands over the strained fabric that covered his cock until he came. "Now that's a good boy." She said before leaving.

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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.