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69 - The Bloodstone
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2026-05-03 12:09:11
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Wolves Of Berlin The Cursed Hybrid 69 - The Bloodstone
Beatrice’s POVWe left the historical and archaeological Pergamon Museum behind, stepping out into the cool evening air.Dust of ancient artifacts clung to my skin, heavy and old. I let out a breath, shaking it off.Charles walked beside me, his arm brushing mine as we headed toward the Alte Nationalgalerie. His arm felt so secure and protective.How could I be so lucky? It felt like my dream would shatter every moment and Hans, Dieter, Victor or Velan would snatch my happiness away.Maybe it was like my father said, no one could love a hybrid with a cursed blood like me?I felt that no matter how hard I tried I always fell short. Isabell was always the favoured one, praised for everything she did and turned out a sociopath. “Almost closing time,” he said, glancing at the dimming sky. “Thought we’d hit the gallery next.””What’s wrong princess, you look so gloomy?” I dug my nails harder into his arm, afraid to let go.”I feel paranoid thinking someone will show up and ruin my happine
Wolves Of Berlin The Cursed Hybrid 68 - Ghosts of Gendarmenmarkt
Beatrice’s POVI stepped onto Gendarmenmarkt, Berlin’s most beautiful square, with Walda hobbling beside me.Twin cathedrals—German and French loomed with their domes, made from grand stone and filled with history.The Konzerthaus sat between them, neoclassical and smug, while posh shops buzzed around us.“Too many tourists,” Walda grumbled, her cane tapping the cobblestones. Her gray hair stuck out like a bird’s nest, eyes sharp despite her wrinkles.I grinned, hauling her bag of candles. “You’re just mad they’re not buying your potions, old witch.”She cackled, loud and raspy. “Potions? Ha! I’d hex their selfie sticks into broomsticks if I could still see straight.”I laughed, warmth blooming in my chest. Walda was cranky, ancient, protective just like my grandma I missed so dearly. “Come on, I need a rug for my apartment. Help me pick.”She squinted at a shop window, all velvet and lace. “A rug? What, to hide your claw marks when you shift?”“Walda!” I swatted her arm, blushing. “N
Wolves Of Berlin The Cursed Hybrid 67 - Angelica’s Mask
Angelica’s POVI awoke cradled in Luke’s arms, his warmth enveloping me like a velvet embrace. The air in his Charlottenburg Palace room carried his scent—a deep musky scent, a whisper from the wilderness. My cheek rested against his chest, his heartbeat a steady rhythm beneath me.“Good morning, darling,” he murmured, his voice low and rich from sleep. His lips grazed my forehead, tender and claiming.I tilted my gaze to his, offering a soft smile. “Good morning, Luke.” My tone was gentle, though a tremor lingered, as last night still clung to me. It felt unreal.He smiled back, shifting to cradle my face. “You’re exquisite, Angelica.” Then he kissed me, deeply and fervent, his eyes locked onto mine alone. My breath caught, a shiver of desire curling through me. Velan’s gaze was never this focused, always distracted, his fickle nature a guillotine hovering around my neck.I eased back, breathless. “Luke, this feels… unexpected.” My fingers traced his jaw, feeling the faint rough
Wolves Of Berlin The Cursed Hybrid 66 - The Strategy Session
Amanda’s POVThe Mondwächter Group tower loomed near Alexanderplatz, its glass walls glinting cold under the morning sun, but inside, my blood boiled.I sat stiff at the conference table, red hair spilling over my ripped Chanel tweed skirt, black with gold threads, torn from last night’s fight.Brandon stood at the head, all black alpha with muscles rippling beneath his shirt, radiating heat, gold eyes flicking over us—me, Linda, Ellie, Tomas, Karl.Luke’s empty chair gnawed at me, a fucking traitor’s ghost.My flank throbbed where Brandon’s teeth had marked me, a pulsing heat that drizzled down between my legs, driving me crazy.I couldn’t believe it, he’d chosen me, took hits for me, went ballistic in beast mode beneath the Gate’s arches. And now? This mess.“We’re down a flank,” Brandon growled, voice rough like gravel after a brawl. “Velan’s vamps hit hard and Brandenburg’s theirs for now. We need a plan to reclaim it.”Ellie’s gray eyes narrowed, short black hair still singed fro
Wolves Of Berlin The Cursed Hybrid 65 - Wolf In The Den
Luke’s POVMarc dragged me through the shadowed gates of Charlottenburg Palace, his howl echoing off the golden sandstone walls, smug, so full of himself, like he’d won the damn war already.I joined in, my light brown wolf baying alongside him, Jake, and Paul, their gray, black, and brown fur rippling in the torchlight. Every fiber of me screamed to slit their throats, to rip out Marc’s smug grin, snap Jake’s wiry neck, gut Paul’s muddy bulk. But I clenched my jaw as my fangs grinded. Patience, I told myself, chest heaving from the Brandenburg fight. This was just the start. I couldn’t twist the knife, not yet.The palace sprawled ahead, its dim-lit splendor swallowing us whole. The air hit me—metallic, iron-sharp, laced with something sweeter, something that tugged at my heartstrings long before I saw her. Velan waited in a corridor, his aristocrat swagger draped in a black velvet coat, silverwhite hair glinting like a blade. He grinned, pale hands snaking around Angelica’s fi
Wolves Of Berlin The Cursed Hybrid 64 - The Truce Crumbles
Brandon’s POVThe glass walls of Mondwächter Group’s tower gleamed under the fading dusk, the TV Tower spiking the Alexanderplatz skyline.I stood at the head of the meeting room table, black alpha bulk filling the space, gold eyes raking over my pack.Luke’s light brown hair caught the light, he shifted in his chair, restless.Ellie’s sharp gray eyes flicked to Tomas, his dark gray buzz cut bowed over a map.Amanda sat closest, her red hair blazing even in human form, green eyes locked on me.We were hashing patrol routes, Velan’s truce had been shaky since Beatrice’s blood hit the table a while back.“Luke, take the east flank tonight,” I growled. “Ellie and Tomas, take the west side. And Karl—where is he?”“Out on patrol, Alpha,” Ellie said.“Got it,” Luke answered, scratching his beard.Amanda nodded, her Chanel tweed skirt hugging her waist, black with woven gold thread, her style screaming defiance even in silence.Her blouse looked sexy, though. I just wished she had more cleav
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