All Chapters of Wolves Of Berlin The Cursed Hybrid : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Luke’s POV The sun blazed down on me at the Mondwächter Cattle Ranch, a rugged sprawl on East Berlin’s fringes where the city’s roar softened into cattle lows and the whisper of wind through tall grass. Sweat beaded under my red-and-white checkered shirt with sleeves rolled to my elbows, clinging to my back as I tossed a hay bale. Thick, dark blue woven pants hugged my legs, built for the grind, and my cowboy boots churned up dust with each step. I smirked, catching my reflection in the creek stereotypical as hell, but I looked good, muscles flexing under the strain. Damn comfortable too. The ranch stretched wide lush pastures framed by weathered fences, dotted with Mondfleisch cattle. Their white-and-brown coats gleamed, bred for meat marbled with fine streaks of fat that fetched $200–$350 a pound. I breathed in the fresh air; it felt good to be back here and get away from the concrete for a moment. To flex my muscles and do physical labour to eased my mind. I looked over the

Trigger Warning: This chapter depicts a graphic scene of predatory assault and the abuse of a student/teacher power imbalance. Skip this chapter if you find this content distressing.Angelica’s POV“Angelica!” Mr. Hoffman’s harsh voice cut the silence. I stiffened.The buzz of students was gone. I was alone, stuck in the classroom.“Yes, Mr. Hoffman?” I said, irritated. What did he want now?He always had some bullshit excuse to keep me late, annoying as hell.“Come over here, closer.” I sighed, trudging over. I just wanted Beatrice and Linda, anything beat this lonely crap.Then he lunged and grabbed my hair, yanked it back, slammed me face-down on the desk. I gasped, too stunned to fight.“What the fuck, Klaus? Let me go!” I barked, but his weight crushed me down.He leaned in, breath scorching my ear. “Velan sends his regards. This is prep for tonight.” His tongue flicked my earlobe, wet and gross. I froze—what the hell?“Velan’s not here, let me go, asshole!”“Oh no, Angelica. Fir

Luke’s POVThe afternoon hung heavy over the ranch, the sun dipping low, a burning smear on the horizon. The brown Mondfleisch cattle lowed restless in the pens as their shadows stretched long. Marc’s Jeep tracks scarred the gravel, dust still settling, but my ribs shrieked from his elbow, jaw pulsing where his fist had landed. Blood crusted my lip a sharp and bitter taste in my mouth. I slumped against the barn with ragged breath, when shouts broke the stillness, boots stomping and rifles clicking not far from me.“Luke! What the hell?” Tomas charged forward from the house with his rifle in hand, eyes squinting against the glare. Karl and Ellie flanked him, armed tight, as per Brandon’s orders from earlier, when he’d growled at me to gear up the crew. Smart move. They’d heard the yelling and commotion between me and Marc.“Still kicking,” I rasped, spitting blood into the dirt. “Marc lost it. Took a swing.” Didn’t say more. The girls—Amanda, Linda, Beatrice scorched my skul

Amanda’s POVI wake up a bloody mess, fur matted with dust, splinters and grime, and it takes every last shred of strength to shift back to human. My bones crack and ache, my head’s pounding—what the fuck happened? We were supposed to be sipping coffee at Mondwächter Urban Timber, laughing over stupid shit, not clashing with disgusting vamps. They’ve been getting bolder lately, creeping closer, and this, this is the pathetic result. I’m a captive now, stuck in some moldy, stinking dungeon beneath Charlottenburg Palace. Old dried blood smears the walls, the air’s thick with rot, and I’m fucked. I drag myself toward the wall, my arms shaking, trying to sit up. Then, footsteps. Heavy, sharp, echoing down the stone. My gut twists—Velan? That vampire prick’s probably coming to gloat. I brace myself, but the door creaks open, and my heart swells. “Marc!” I gasp, scrambling up with my legs all wobbly. “Get me out of here!” He’s my rock, the guy I buildt my interior dreams with eve

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