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Chapter 13 - The Gilded Cage
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2026-04-15 13:00:52
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Wolves Of Berlin The Cursed Hybrid 81 - Hexenhaus Cafe
Niklas Adler’s POVGendarmenmarkt sqaure stretched before me through the Hexenhaus Café’s color-stained-glass windows, its twin cathedrals—the Französischer Dom and Deutscher Dom flanking the Konzerthaus.Built in the late 17th century, this square had seen kings topple and revolutions spark, a political hot spot now hosting a different kind of council. The café’s wooden walls creaked with history, its air thick with espresso and the electric sound of crackling old magic.I leaned against a table, blue magic flickering at my fingertips, watching five covens of witches fill the space.Gendarmenmarkt buzzed with life outside, but inside Hexenhaus Café, time bent to the will of those who had lived through decades.I held the door open for Walda as she shuffled inside, her emerald cloak swaying behind her. She paused, looking me up and down with a smirk.“You’re older than sin itself, Adler,” she remarked dryly. “You might permit me to hold the door for you on occasion.”I inclined my he
Wolves Of Berlin The Cursed Hybrid 80 - Angelica’s Deception
Angelica’s POVThe air in Charlottenburg’s dungeon was thick with damp stone and the metallic smell of iron—Beatrice’s blood. She sat bound to a chair, wrists raw from the ropes I’d tightened myself, her golden hair matted with sweat and grime. Her eyes, those fierce hybrid eyes that once met mine with trust, now glared at me through a haze of pain and betrayal. I hated this. I hated every second of it. But Velan stood behind me, his platinum hair glinting under the flickering torchlight, his dark eyes boring into me like he could see through my soul. I had to play the part, or we’d both be dead.“Where’s the bloodstone, Beatrice?” I snapped, my voice sharp as a whip, forcing a sadistic edge into it. I leaned in close, gripping her chin hard enough to bruise, my fingers trembling despite the act. “Tell me, or I’ll carve it out of you.”She spat in my face, a weak glob of saliva hitting my cheek. “You’re a monster, Angelica,” she rasped, her voice hoarse from screaming. “I truste
Wolves Of Berlin The Cursed Hybrid 79 - A Bullet Too Late
Charles’s POVThe balcony floor was cold against my cheek, blood seeping from the gunshot wound in my chest, a burning ache that blurred my vision. Flames licking the sides of the Gallery.Beatrice’s scream still echoed in my ears as Hans and Dieter dragged her away into the night. I clutched the art deco diamond tennis necklace I was suppose to give her as a second engagement gift—its heart pattern pressed into my palm, a lifeline to her. I couldn’t lose her. Not now. Not ever.Especially not to my arch enemy Velan.“Charles!” Amanda’s voice cut through the murmur of clinking glass and mingling guests, sharp and urgent. Her heels clacked as she rushed onto the balcony, Brandon right behind her, his growl rumbling like thunder. “Oh my God, he’s hit!”“Move!” Brandon barked, shoving past her. He dropped to his knees beside me, his golden eyes blazing. “Hang on, man. We’ve got you.””Amanda, there’s a fire, call the firefighters and start evacuation of all the people inside, do it
Wolves Of Berlin The Cursed Hybrid 78 - Gallery Stahl Reopening
Beatrice’s POVThe night was meant to be a celebration an evening where I would see my hard work finally pay off, where the steel walls of my past would dissolve under the weight of success. The grand reopening of the Gallery Stahl was supposed to mark a new chapter for me, the curator, the artist, the new visionary. At least, that’s what I had hoped for.My heart is a wild drum beneath my pink silk dress. Months of relentless work during my year at Morgenlicht Kunsthaus , fueled by the fifty-five million euros from the Jagdschloss Glienicke auction, had turned this fiasco into a defiant shrine of art.Tonight was the reopening, and the presence of honored guests like Principal Dietrich and Fritz Müller added a layer of prestige and pressure.The murmur of voices—critics, collectors, and wolves filled the room. Charles stood beside me, his dark eyes vigilant, his hand a steady weight against my lower back. But my joy was tempered by wariness, Velan had accepted Angelica’s invitat
Wolves Of Berlin The Cursed Hybrid 77 - Charles’s Morning Gift
Beatrice’s POV I watched the world blur by as Charles drove, the trees and fields stretching endlessly in every direction. The air felt heavy, thick with the silence between us. I could feel the weight of everything pressing down on me, the confrontation with my father, the anger in his voice, the guilt that settled into the pit of my stomach.Nothing seemed to make sense anymore.I shifted in my seat, glancing at Charles. He was so calm, so composed, his fingers gripped tightly to the steering wheel as he maneuvered the car along the winding road. The way he held himself, like nothing in the world could rattle him, only made me feel more fragile, more out of control.“Where are we going?” I asked, my voice quiet, unsure. I knew he wouldn’t answer me fully. Charles never gave me a direct answer unless he wanted to. But I needed something, anything to break the silence.He glanced at me briefly, and I saw that familiar glint in his eyes, the one that made my heart skip a beat. “Som
Wolves Of Berlin The Cursed Hybrid 76 - A Divided House
Beatrice’s POVThe knock at the door came early, sharp and deliberate. I’d known it was coming, even before the sound echoed through the apartment. Even before the tension from Isabell’s phone call had reached my father’s ears and twisted everything into something unrecognizable.A heavy knock that was sharp, relentless shattered the stillness. My stomach dropped. Charles shot up, shirtless, his dark hair tousled, and padded to the door.“Who the hell—” he muttered, peering out. His shoulders tensed, a growl low in his throat. “It’s Eric.”I pulled on a robe, my heart thudding. “Let him in,” I said, stepping beside him. Charles’s eyes narrowed, protective, his body a wall between me and the door.“He’s furious, Beatrice. You don’t need this.” His voice was firm, but I touched his arm, steadying him and myself.“It’s okay,” I said softly. “It was about to happen eventually anyways.” Isabell’s call must’ve lit this fuse. I nodded, and Charles relented, swinging the door open.The cool
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