All Chapters of Breaking the Alpha's curse : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Jane's POV Josephine’s garden felt emptier without her. Even the flowers looked like they were mourning her absence. Maybe they could sense that something has happened to their caregiver. As I walked through the garden, the soft scent of roses and herbs drifted through the air, but instead of bringing me comfort like it used to, it only made my chest ache harder. Everywhere I looked, I saw traces of her. The little clay pots she carefully arranged near the pathway. The vines she always trimmed herself because she claimed the servants “had no emotional connection to plants.” The wooden bench where she often sat while giving me advice I didn’t ask for but secretly needed.Now she was gone, and the garden definitely knew it.I sat on the stone edge beside the small fountain, my fingers trembling slightly as I wiped another tear from my face. I was tired of crying. I was truly tired, but grief did not care about exhaustion. It came whenever it wanted and crushed me whenever it pleased

Jane's POVI didn’t expect to meet Liam there.The moment I turned the corner and saw him standing beside Caleb, my steps slowed automatically. For one painful second, my heart reacted before my pride could stop it. Relief rushed through me at simply seeing him standing there alive and unharmed.Then I remembered Josephine. Then I remembered the woman he brought back with him. And just like that, every soft feeling inside me hardened again.Liam’s eyes met mine immediately. I saw the way his expression shifted the moment he looked at me. First, he was hopeful. But then, disappointment replaced the hope when he noticed my face closed off.I hated that I still noticed little things about him. I hated that I felt bad for getting mad at him. But what was I supposed to do?Welcome him with open arms? Tell him Josephine's death was okay? Or tell him the woman he brought home wasn't getting on my nerves?“Jane?” Caleb called, breaking the silence between us. “Did Elder Thorne rise from the

Alpha Liam's POVI should have known it would end badly.The moment Jane arrived and found Caleb and me talking, I already knew the atmosphere would be awkward. Things between us had been hanging by a thread ever since I returned. Actually, a thread would have been generous. A thread still connected two things.Whatever Jane and I had now felt like a rope that had already snapped.She spoke to Caleb while she ignored me. She looked at Caleb while she ignored me. She answered Caleb while she ignored me.Every time I opened my mouth, I felt like a stranger standing in my own house.I didn't like it. I hated it but I was trying to endure it. I was trying because Josephine had died. I was trying because Jane was grieving. I was trying because every time I looked at her, I remembered the things she said after the battle.If I knew your return would cause so much harm, I wouldn't have prayed for you to come back.The words still cut deep, but I endured them because she was hurting. And bec

Jane's POVI never imagined I would be standing beside Josephine's grave this soon. Even as I stared at the freshly turned earth before me, my mind refused to accept it.It felt wrong.Everything about it felt wrong.The flowers, the mourners, the silence, the tears, the finality and most of all, the grave itself. Josephine had always felt permanent in my life. She was like the garden she loved so much… Like the morning sun… Like the walls of Liam's house.No matter what happened, I had always convinced myself that Josephine would always be with me, waiting, smiling, giving advice and scolding me gently.Now she was gone, and no amount of wishing could change that.I stood motionless beside the grave while the wind moved through the trees around us. Even the sky was gray as if the heavens couldn't decide how to feel.Around me, the people who had loved Josephine stood. Caleb, Lauren, several maidens, some guards, a few household workers, people whose lives she had touched without a

Alpha Liam's POVThe moment Dysebel mentioned seeing a Book of Life in her father's possession, every other thought vanished from my mind.Jane’s stubbornness, Josephine's death and funeral. Even the tension in the house vanished from my mind. All I could think about was the book. We had spent weeks chasing answers. We've spent half of our lives risking the same life to get answers. I had spent all my life trying to understand why so many people were willing to kill and destroy everything for these books. And now Dysebel had casually dropped the possibility that the president himself possessed one of the five books.My mind refused to let it go. In fact, the image of the president holding the book etched into my mind. If the president truly had a Book of Life, then he knew far more than he had admitted. And if he knew more, then every conversation we'd had suddenly became suspicious.Every warning… every piece of advice… every strategy he shared… every secret I thought we shared f