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Chapter 30 - Velan’s Obsessions
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Wolves Of Berlin The Cursed Hybrid Chapter 30 - Velan’s Obsessions
Beatrice’s POV Velan opened the door too fucking early in the morning. Not even the birds were awake. I bet nobody was up but this psycho. The faintest sliver of light trickled in through the carved-out windows, barely enough to keep me from suffocating in the darkness. I was miserable, alone, and both me and Amanda on the other side were too tired to even pretend to have the strength to speak. So, I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. His footsteps echoed in the cave-like room, where the stone walls felt like my tomb. I could hear him approach, slow, deliberate, like he was savoring the moment. Then he was there, leaning over me. His fingers traced along my cheek, my breast, and my inner thigh, leaving a trail of revulsion in their wake. I fought the shiver that threatened to shake me to my core. His touch made my skin crawl, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t escape. His breath was hot against my ear as he whispered, “Beatrice, you hybrid bitch, you’ll be mine, just li
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