All Chapters of Wolves Of Berlin The Cursed Hybrid : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Angelica’s POVI pressed my ear against the cold, damp wall of the dungeon beneath Charlottenburg Palace in Berlin. It was probably full of mold too, but what did I care? I was too busy trying to figure out a way to survive.On the other side of the wall, I could hear the aristocrat, Velan Preussianheardt, murmuring words of love and obsession to that dead girl in the necropolis—Anna-Lise. When he wasn’t having his sessions with me, that was where he spent his time. The way he whipped me broke my spirit more than I ever thought possible.He lashed me senseless until my skin split open, until I bled. Then, as I whimpered and shivered like a wounded dog, he would smear my own blood across my body, caress me with those cold hands, and force me to taste it.I should have fought harder. I should have screamed, clawed at his face, done something.But my body had betrayed me.I supposed I should be grateful he only used his hands. Otherwise, I would have gone completely insane. He made me s

Angelica’s POV The guards kept me steady. Barefoot, bloody, and tattered, I tried to cling to the remnants of my composure. It felt like I had been in the Charlottenburg dungeon for months, even if it had only been a few days. As we moved through the castle’s grand halls, I caught glimpses of its opulence. The walls were painted in a soft mint green, a delicate shade that contrasted sharply with my own disheveled state. Ornate gold reliefs adorned every corner and ceiling, swirling in elegant patterns shimmering in the dim morning light. We continued along warm wooden floors laid in intricate herringbone patterns, each plank polished to a gleaming finish. Dark mahogany cabinets stood against the walls, their surfaces decorated with gilded carvings and intricate handles. Rich, deep-red velvet curtains hung heavily by the vast windows, their folds sweeping the floor. Golden-framed mirrors reflected my broken spirit, making me feel like an outsider in this world of splendor.

Angelica’s POVAfter the hunt, I felt exhausted and nauseous. Velan had requested me to attend dinner.The hunger felt always close, as if Velan and his hellhounds were breathing down my neck.Velan… he seemed to be constantly be on my mind.He had requested me to wear something different for dinner.I opened the golden doors to the closet.I felt the fabrics expensive, soft, and delicately woven, French lace, Italian silks, and German craftsmanship.I took out a midnight blue dress, closed the door, and held it up against my body to imagine if it was suitable or not.Suitable to Velan’s liking.Would he adore this? Or hate it?Then the air seemed to become chilly, the candlelights flickered, and the hair on my neck stood on end, prickling my skin.A pale, translucent woman in a wide dress stared at me from behind her appearance reflected in the mirror.I gasped, stumbled back, and looked around.The room was empty; there was no one there.Then I could feel something in the air, so s

Beatrice’s POVI opened my eyes, sinking into the softness of my new bed. I couldn’t stop gushing about how amazing Amanda had made everything—not just my wardrobe but my entire apartment! I was still in awe, gratitude bubbling up inside me. She’d turned this empty space into something so homey and welcoming it felt unreal.The heavy velvet curtains hung alongside lighter white ones on double rods, like fancy hotel drapes dark for blackout, sheer to let in soft morning light. A beige rug softened the floor, and my white-painted wooden bed was piled high with a thick velvet duvet cover in creamy beige, accented with coffee-toned cushions. A cool brown throw blanket draped over the edge, tying the neutral, calming palette together. I closed my eyes for a few seconds more, soaking it in.Then I glanced out the window. The Berlin TV Tower pierced the skyline, the bustling city below bathed in soft morning light. It looked peaceful, but I knew better it was a fantasy. I was an amplifi

Angelica’s POVVelan pressed himself close, his scent—rich bourbon and warm vanilla wrapping around me like a velvet fog, drowning my senses in a delicious haze in my bedroom.Standing in front of the wide gilded mirror next to the door, his fingers tangled in my blonde hair, yanking my head back with a possessive tug, and then his lips found mine soft, tender, maddeningly skilled. He knew my need for it, and I couldn’t resist, kissing him back, my tongue tracing his, tasting every drop of him.“Mmm,” I moaned softly, my breath hitching as his hands was touching me, sliding down my curves with a slow, teasing touch.“Do you like it, sweet Angelica?” he murmured, his voice a raspy purr against my ear. His tongue flicked out, trailing along my sensitive earlobe , sending shivers down my spine.“Ohh, yes, sir,” I gasped, my voice trembling with pleasure, a needy moan slipping free. “It feels so good…”His lips curved into a wicked smile. “You’ll behave at dinner, won’t you, my sweet?” H