All Chapters of Wolves Of Berlin The Cursed Hybrid : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Beatrice’s POV I was chained, suffering. Damp stone scratched my wrists along with the cold steel cuffs. I could hear Amanda’s screams, sharp and wild every now and then. She kept her shit together, tough as nails. Marc’s voice growled through the wall, thick with frustration, things weren’t going his way, obviously. “Don’t give up, Amanda!” I shouted with my hoarse voice echoing off the damp walls. I still felt so weak. My body was like a brewing mix—wolf and vampire unable to pick a side, unable to fully transform into either. I should be able to do both, right? I felt torn. The years of abuse from my father, Eric Stahl, his carefully chosen snickering words, boots stomping in disapproval and stepmother Clara’s cold glares and sister Isabell’s sharp tongue had made me suppress my wolf. Didn’t even know where to look for her anymore. The vampire in me? Buried in some bottomless self-pity pit I’d dug so deep I couldn’t find it myself. Still, my blood was boiling. Fr

Angelica’s POVThe castle is silent, a tomb draped in shadow, the air thick with the stench of old blood and Velan’s lingering scent—vanilla bourbon. My heart hammers against my ribs as I slip from my golden prison, the silken nightgown clinging to my sweat-damp skin. The clock strikes midnight, its chime a death bell in my ears. I clutch the key Anna-Lise told me where to get to, its cold metal biting into my palm. Fear coils tight around my throat—Velan, Jake, Paul, Marc—they’d rip me apart if they caught me. But it’s Velan I dread most, his whip, his smile, the way he turns love into a craved cage.I creep down the spiral stairs, bare feet silent on the stone, every creak a scream in my head. The dungeon door looms ahead, iron bars glinting in the torchlight. My hands tremble as I fumble with the key. “Anna-Lise,” I whisper as voice trembles, “are you sure about this? What if you’re leading me to my doom?”Her ghostly presence flickers beside me, pale and ethereal, her voice

Brandon’s POVThe night air at Mondwächter Cattle Ranch was thick with smoke and the metallic tang of blood, the barn a raging inferno against the dark East Berlin sky.Flames licked upward, casting an eerie glow over the cattle wailing in the fields, their blood glistening under the blue moon. Vampires swarmed like a plague, red eyes glinting as they tore into our defenses. I shifted mid-stride, bones cracking as my wolf form surged, gold eyes locking onto a vampire lunging at one of our Mondfleisch cattle defenseless calf. My jaws clamped around its neck, a satisfying crunch echoing as I ripped flesh and bone apart. Blood sprayed hot and warm, but there was no respite, another hissed from the shadows with daggers flashing.“Brandon, left!” Luke’s voice sliced through the chaos, his shotgun booming as he blasted a vamp’s head into a red mist. He reloaded with a fluid motion, hazel eyes sharp, standing firm beside me. “I’ve got your back, Alpha, the pack’s barley holding it up!!”

Beatrice’s POVI stare at the smoking ruins of the Mondwächter Cattle Ranch, my hands still trembling from the fight. Firefighters spray water over the charred skeleton of what was once a barn while police officers swarm the property like ants, radios crackling with official-sounding terms like “arson investigation” and “business rivalry.”No mention of vampires, of course. Just a convenient cover story about Brandon and Luke’s business empire making enemies. The Mondwächter Group does stretch across timber, cattle, fashion, furniture, plenty of competitors who might want them gone. A believable lie for the human world.My hybrid senses are still on high alert, the metallic scent of blood in the air, the acrid smell of ash, and underneath it all, the musky scent of wolf that makes something primal inside me stir. The wolves had driven back Velan’s attack, but at what cost?Brandon materializes beside me as the first rays of dawn streak across the sky, his fingers closing around my ar

Beatrice’s POVCharlie and I hit Berliner Dom at dusk, the cathedral’s spires stabbing the sky as we crossed Museum Island. It was a beautiful cathedral, an old church.The streets were quiet, but my hybrid senses buzzed.I’d dragged Charlie here after the library, Sophia’s voice still echoing “It kills everyone around you.” I needed Walda’s weird prophecy crap to make sense.Charlie trotted beside me, tail wagging, his voice purring in my head. “My princess, storming a cathedral for answers? You’re bolder than I was at Edelstein’s balls!”“Shut it, Charlie,” I muttered, shoving open the heavy doors. “Walda’s the only one who’s started mentioning this bloodstone, the war, betrayal, all that crap. She’s got to know something I don’t”Inside, the place was dim, stained glass glowing faintly. Walda stood near the altar, her crooked staff tapping the stone floor.She spun as we approached, gray hair wild and her eyes glinting. “Beatrice! What are you doing here? And with that cursed prin