Chapter 132 CHAPTER 133: The Pandora's Box

Chapter 132 CHAPTER 133: The Pandora's Box
BIANCA’S POV

I slammed my locker door shut with a loud, ringing bang that echoed down the crowded school hallway. My hands were shaking, and my chest felt tight with pure, unadulterated rage. Bianca was furious because nothing was going the way she wanted anymore.

The championship was over, yet the brothers were still obsessed with Aria. Everywhere I turned, it was the same nauseating story. Jasper, Cole, Reed, and Kai acted like that wolfless omega was made of glass and gold.

And the worst part? Students who used to support Bianca were slowly distancing themselves from her.

"Hey, Bianca," a girl from my history class muttered, quickly pulling her books tighter to her chest as she tried to scurry past me.

"Wait. Hold on," I snapped, stepping directly into her path. "Are you going to the weekend party at the lake house?"

The girl looked uncomfortable, shifting her weight from foot to foot and refusing to meet my eyes. "Um, actually, I am not sure if I am going this weekend. I have family stuff."

"Family stuff?" I scoffed, crossing my arms tightly over my chest. "You have never cared about family stuff on a weekend before. Why are you lying?"

"I am not lying," she mumbled, looking around frantically for an escape route. "I just... I have to go. See you in class."

She practically bolted down the hall. Some people stopped inviting her to things while others acted uncomfortable around her. Every time she walked through school, she felt people looking at her differently.

Whispers followed me everywhere. People muttered behind lockers, turned away when I caught them staring, and treated me like I had some kind of contagious disease. I hated the feeling because she was used to being the person everyone admired, not the person everyone whispered about behind her back. I was the queen of this school. I was the one who set the trends and decided who mattered. Now, I was a pariah, and that little omega was the golden girl.

What bothered her more than anything else was Zane.

No matter what else happened, she couldn't stop thinking about him. He barely spoke to her anymore and seemed determined to keep his distance.

I spotted him standing by the water fountain down the hall, looking casually gorgeous in his letterman jacket. My heart gave a sharp, painful twist, and I marched right over to him.

"Zane," I said, putting on my sweetest, most charming smile. "Hey. Are we still grabbing lunch together after fourth period?"

Zane didn't even look up from his phone for a second. When he finally did, his expression was completely blank, cold, and distant.

"I can't today, Bianca," Zane said flatly, his voice devoid of any warmth. "I have hockey meetings."

"You always have hockey meetings," I argued, stepping closer and reaching out to touch his arm. "Every single day this week you've found an excuse. What is going on with you? You used to want to spend all your free time with me."

Zane pulled his arm away smoothly, taking a deliberate step backward to put space between us. Every time she tried starting a conversation, he found an excuse to leave.

"Things change, Bianca," he said, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at me like I was a complete stranger.

Bianca remembered a time when Zane always chose her side no matter what happened. Now he looked at her like she was a stranger.

"Is this because of Aria?" I demanded, my voice rising in pitch, completely losing my composure. "Are you really falling for her little act too? She's a nobody, Zane! She's a wolfless omega with no background!"

"Leave Aria out of this," Zane snapped, his voice dropping into a sharp, dangerous warning. "This has nothing to do with her. It has to do with you, Bianca. The way you act, the things you've done... I don't want any part of it anymore."

Before I could fire back a sarcastic response, he turned on his heel and walked away without looking back. The change frustrated her because she couldn't understand how everything had fallen apart so quickly.

Desperate to regain some control, Bianca started gathering information about Aria herself.

I couldn't just sit back and watch my entire life burn to the ground. I needed something I could use against her. I needed leverage, a secret, a weakness, anything that would knock her off her high horse and turn the entire school back against her.

Instead, she discovered something unexpected.

Using my old burner phone, I reached out to one of the low-level contacts I had used before—someone tied to the gritty underworld where I had hired Jax. I wanted to see if they had any dirt on her family or her past.

Several people connected to the dangerous group she contacted were still asking questions about Aria.

The contact texted me back within minutes, sending a cold, cryptic message that made my stomach drop. We aren't looking for dirt, rich girl. People higher up are breathing down our necks. Everyone wants to know where she's hiding.

The strange part was that Bianca had stopped providing them information. They should have lost interest by now. Instead, she realized with a jolt of pure terror, they seemed more interested than ever.

That realization immediately made her uneasy.

Why were hardened criminals, professional fixers, and underground syndicates obsessing over a teenage girl with no wolf? I hadn't paid them for weeks. I had told them to drop the job after the warehouse incident failed. Yet, the inquiries were multiplying.

Bianca started feeling like she wasn't the one controlling the situation anymore.

What began as her personal revenge against Aria had grown into something else entirely. Other people were becoming involved, and their goals didn't seem connected to her jealousy at all.

The thought frightened her because she realized she didn't fully understand who she had been dealing with.

I thought I was just hiring a couple of thugs to scare a pathetic classmate. I thought I was the mastermind pulling the strings to protect my social status and my boyfriend. But looking at the cold, terrifying texts on my phone screen, the horrible truth hit me square in the chest.

She had opened a door expecting to stay in control, but now it felt like something much bigger had stepped through it.

The air in the hallway suddenly felt freezing cold. My breath hitched in my throat as I stared down at the screen, watching another notification pop up from the underground contact: She belongs to the buyers now. Stay out of the way, or you'll get caught in the crossfire.

Panic, raw and suffocating, clawed at my throat. I dropped my phone, letting it clatter loudly against the hard linoleum floor.

She was beginning to regret.