All Chapters of Breaking the Alpha's curse : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Jane's POV If it was left to me, I would have confronted those servants, especially the one who said he was in on the experiment. But Caleb said confrontation wasn't the right thing to do because we couldn't even act without Liam. And that wasn't a lie. Even if I gather all the information about Elder Thorne, I wouldn't be able to use it without Liam's approval. That reason alone was enough to motivate me to keep moving. I promised not to stop or rest until we reached Alpha Liam's estate. The closer Caleb and I got to the estate, the more uneasy I felt. At first, I thought it was exhaustion from spending days wandering through the woods. I thought it was because my body ached and my injured arm still stung despite Caleb treating it. I thought it was because I was emotionally hanging by a thread and everything would either go right or go wrong depending on Alpha Liam's presence. But as the gates of the house came into view, I realized my uneasiness had nothing to do with exhaustio

Jane’s POV The prison was colder than I remembered, or maybe I was just colder inside.The walls were damp, the air felt heavy, and the smell of rust and neglect clung to everything. Chains clinked somewhere in the distance, and water dripped at an annoyingly slow, but steady rhythm.Even time felt like it had stopped.I sat on the floor with my knees pulled to my chest, my back pressed against the rough wall. My injured arm throbbed faintly, but I barely felt it.There were worse pains in my heart. The pain sat heavily in my chest, making it hard for me to breathe. The pain kept whispering things I didn't want to believe. Caleb sat across from me, leaning against the bars like he was trying to guard the only exit we had.“What if he’s dead?” The words slipped out before I could stop them.Caleb didn’t move immediately, but I saw the brief flicker in his eyes. I could tell he hated that question, I did too. But it was painfully in my heart, lurking and growing. “What if Liam is act

Jane’s POV As each second passed, the cell kept shrinking. It felt smaller than it did the moment we were thrown in. This wasn't about physical space, it's beyond the physical state of the cell. Maybe it was the weight of everything pressing down on my chest. Maybe it was the fear, the anger, and the uncertainty that made the wall closed up on me. We now had the book with elder Thorne but we didn't have Liam… yet. Caleb kept encouraging me not to give up on the hope of finding him. But how were we going to find him when we were locked up? Escaping the cell would be a waste of time and energy because the house was guarded by people who didn't even like us. They would smell us before we even move. So I sat on the cold floor, my back resting against the damp stone wall, my knees pulled to my chest. The faint light slipping through the narrow barred window above us barely did anything to brighten the space. It only made the shadows stretch longer and darker. Caleb was pacing. He ha

Jane’s POV Finally, he stopped in front of a large wooden door. He pushed it open without hesitation and stepped aside, gesturing for me to go in.I hesitated for a second before stepping inside. And when I did, I froze. A bathroom?It was a bathroom, but not just any bathroom. It was huge. Larger than most rooms I had seen in the house.I didn't even know a place like this existed in this house. The floors were polished stone, smooth and clean, reflecting the soft glow of candles placed around the space. The air smelled different in a good way. It smelt sweet and calming like flowers after rain.A large wooden bathtub sat in the center, already filled with water, steam rising gently from the flowered surface.And there were maids around it, waiting. I turned back slowly to look at Ronan, confusion written all over my face.“What is this?” I asked.“Wash up,” he said casually, like it was the most normal thing in the world.“Excuse me?”“I said wash up,” he repeated, his tone unch

Jane's POV The moment I stepped out of the bathroom, Ronan was already waiting for me outside like some guard assigned to a prisoner. While Aria walked away like she didn't just destroy my hope. “Why did I hear about getting married?” I asked Ronan who was busy looking at me from head to toe. “You look…” he started but he couldn't finish because I cut in. “Look what?” I spat. “Prepared to be a bride?”He didn't reply immediately. He looked away then he looked back, his gaze avoiding my eyes. “What exactly do you want from me?” I asked.“You think you’re in a position to ask questions,” he said, causing my jaw to tighten. “I don’t care what position you think I’m in,” I snapped. “But I know you're not in the position to ask me to marry you. I'm not your prisoner.”“The last time I checked,” he muttered, looking at his wrist like there was a watch there. “I released you from prison.”My chest tightened painfully as the words hit harder than I expected. For a second, I saw myself i