All Chapters of Wolves Of Berlin The Cursed Hybrid : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Beatrice’s POV My first day in Germany and Berlin was supposed to be about art and adventure. Instead, it turned into a nightmare of blood and fangs. I opened the VIP door and Angelica was gone, blood staining the floor where she once stood. I tried to save her, but I couldn’t. Guilt crushed me, suffocating every thought as the horror of what I’d failed to stop sank in. And then, a voice whispered in my ear, “You’re next.” I’ll tell you more about this in a little while—just follow me into the car first. My flight was delayed, and I’m already running late. I climb into a waiting transfer taxi, heading straight toward my new home the Giraffe, an apartment complex towering over Berlin, promising spectacular views and a fresh start. Berlin smells chilly and unfamiliar. I can’t quite place the scent, it’s crisp, yet carries a hint of something else. Something metallic? The houses catch my eye with their red-tiled roofs and cheerful yellow facades through the car window. Despite

Brandon’s POV ”Brandon, what did you do? ” The look on Beta Luke’s face said it all. “What do you think it looks like? I’m turning her!” I said, brushing off his concerns. ”In the middle of the street?! What’s gotten into you!?” Luke said and we stopped in our tracks. “But you’re killing her! She’s already been turned by that vampire bloke you just killed!” Luke’s voice trembled with something—fear? Anger? “What?” I froze for a moment, my mind racing. How could this be? I was stunned. “I—But I… Fuck, Luke, I wasn’t thinking straight. I messed up!” “A cross-breed can’t survive, Brandon! What the hell did you do?!” “I didn’t mean to kill her, I swear! She was just… damn it, how was I supposed to know? I just wanted a bite of her spaghetti!” Luke let out a sharp laugh, the absurdity of it all hitting him too. “We have to save her, Brandon. I don’t know if we can undo this, but let’s get her to the mansion safely and call for the healer.” “Right, Luke. Let’s do that. I screwed u

Brandon’s POVWalda looked down at the girl who now lay pale on the blue velvet couch that Marc, Amanda, and the rest of the pack had dragged in.I stood back, giving Walda the space she needed to work efficiently.“How is she holding up—uhm, Beatrice, I mean?”I felt so stupid. I didn’t even know her name before turning her. And worse, she was already claimed. I wanted to facepalm and die from shame.Walda must have guessed my thoughts because she said, “Brandon, relax. She may look very ill, but she’s stable. I just need something to balance her inner state.”She tilted her head, her hands moving carefully over Beatrice’s body, feeling for where the vampire and wolf viruses had spread.“It’s circulating,” she said, her tone firm, “clashing with each other including her immune system.”Her hands froze as she reached a conclusion. “Carry me downstairs!”Luke groaned. “Not again!” He threw his head back dramatically as if he was already exhausted.I smacked him on the back of his head.

Brandon’s POV Disappointment settled heavy in my chest, my heart sinking as I looked at Beatrice. Her eyelids fluttered for only a moment before closing again, her body writhing as if her blood was boiling inside her veins. On closer thought… it probably was. Being turned into a werewolf was painful enough I couldn’t even begin to imagine what it felt like to become a vampire on top of that. She was already a hybrid, but my bite changed everything. More virus into her bloodstream. More chaos. Now she was becoming something else—something unstable. A disaster waiting to happen. I just knew it. Walda interrupted my spiraling thoughts. “Relax, Brandon. I’m a first-class witch, remember? She’ll be fine. I just don’t know when she’ll wake up.” She crinkled her old nose, which, if I had to be honest, kind of looked like a wrinkly potato. Cute, in a weird way. Walda had charm, that was for sure—flair too, even if she was ancient. “And I have to be here when she does! The witc

Brandon’s POVI stood in front of the large window, where Walda had conjured the enchanted pond. The two swans, Edmund and Rodalind one black, one white glided across the turqouise water as if they had no worries in the world.From here, I had a perfect view of Berlin. The city stretched before me, glowing with yellow and warm lights that tried, at least, to chase away the gloom of the night. The Giraffe Complex, apartment number 13 on the 13th floor—what a place to watch over it all.The grand TV Tower stood in the distance, sleek and modern. Beyond it, the Brandenburg Gate stood proud, its quadriga—a chariot drawn by four horses looming atop, an old relic from the world war. Even the Reichstag building, with its curved glass dome, faintly shimmered beneath the haze.Not that I could see the stars. Smog and city lights swallowed them whole.Sometimes, I wished I were back in the countryside, chasing other wolves, rolling in the grass without a care. I sighed. Maybe I was still