All Chapters of Wolves Of Berlin The Cursed Hybrid : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Angelica’s POVThe air in Charlottenburg Palace stank of old blood and that damn vanilla bourbon Velan drenched himself in like it could mask the rot creeping through him. I stood in the grand hall, silk nightgown clinging to my skin, sweat beading down my neck.I shivered, everything felt wrong tonight! The servants whispered in the protection from the darkness of the corridors. I felt so uneasy, my nerves on end. My heart hammered, but I kept my chin up, forcing that socialite smile he loved. He’d called me here late, voice clipped over the empty halls, and I knew, something was off. His gold eyes glinted from the throne-like chair at the room’s end, a crumpled paper in his fist. Victor’s blood-streaked report, I’d bet. That scarred bastard hadn’t died in West Berlin—Beatrice and her wolves left him limping, and now he’d crawled back to snitch.“Angelica,” Velan said, voice low, trembling with that edge I’d learned to dread. “Care to explain this?”I swallowed, stepping closer

Beatrice’s POVAlexanderplatz buzzed around us with all sleek shops and Saturday crowds, the air crisp with that Berlin chill. We’d just left Mondlicht Brew Café, Isabell’s smug grin still burning in my head, and now Amanda was dragging me and Linda toward the Mondwächter pack store, that fancy spot where Alice worked.I clutched the beautiful black bag I had gotten earlier from Amanda’s last shopping spree, my hybrid blood simmering that was restless once again. Linda walked beside me, hoodie up with her brown eyes flicking around.Mentally, I reached out, my voice soft in her head. “Linda, my family they fucked me up quite bad. Eric, Clara, Isabell… they berated me, insulted me daily, called me a freak. They still do.” I sighed.”That’s why I am so weird I guess?” I gave her a sheepish smile.Linda’s step faltered, her mind brushing mine, gentle but it was shaky, I could tell. “Beatrice… I get it. Mine’s ok, but… I’m pretty messed up too.”I glanced at her, curious. “Why? What hap

Beatrice’s POVThe Giraffe Nr. 13 glowed soft under the Berlin dusk, the enchanted pond shimmering below my window. Edmund and Rosalind said good evening with a squawk. I sat cross-legged on the floor with brushes and makeup scattered, Linda beside me, her hoodie swapped for a sleek black dress and her page-cut hair loose.We’d already spilled our trauma dumping on eachother, me about Isabell’s childish tantrums and my fathers condescending tone, her about that psycho choking her voice away. Now it was girl time—dresses, jewelry, and fixing each other’s hair.I had ironed it pin straight with my flat iron. She looked so bomb!I swiped blush on her cheeks, grinning. “You’re hot, Linda, gonna knock that bastard dead tonight.”She smiled, small but real, brushing my bangs. “You too, a mauve-pink lipstick’s your vibe. We’re doing this, right?”“Damn right,” I said, clipping a silver hoop in her ear. “He’s fucked. you, me, charlie and Alarica? He has no chance against us.”Alarica, that b

Luke’s POV It was still late this Saturday night in Berlin, and I was at Mondwächter’s office. The building was tall and sleek with glass walls and steel, with the skyline dark outside, only lit up by the city’s thousands of pulsating lights. I wish I could enjoy it more. But I was slouched at my desk in my office, scrolling through #BeatriceFraud and #MorgenlichtScandal trending. The bullshit stunt Isabell had pulled so publicly was everywhere and Isabell’s lies spreading like damn wildfire. Brandon paced, his golden eyes flaring, sweat beading down his neck. “This is a fucking mess as Isabell’s not just after Beatrice, she’s slamming Principal Dietrich too. This includes us, since Mondwächter Group has shares in the school too!” I flicked my phone screen, frowning. “Yeah posts say he’s a dumbass for picking her. Morgenlicht’s reputation is sinking.” “Mondwächter cattle farm—Ellie, Tomas, and Karl are in charge. They’ve doubled the guard force, and insurance is on it so we

Beatrice’s POV The Giraffe Nr. 13 was my lifeline tonight, the Berlin skyline glinting past Walda’s enchanted pond. Edmund and Rosalind, the black and white swan pair, was already sleeping. I slumped on the blue velvet couch, legs curled under me, still stinging from Isabell’s gallery premiere, her smug face and disgusting voice “You stole my style and ruined my premier!” bullshit, Eric’s “You’re the greatest disappointment!” ringing loud, Clara’s icy nod like a slap in my face. My hands trembled, Mom’s locket icy against my skin. Amanda dropped beside me, red curls a mess, green eyes softer than usual. “Hey, your family’s garbage so forget them. Isabell’s a jealous bitch, and you’re worth ten of her.” Linda perched on the armrest, now ditching her hoodie for a black sweater and black tapered pants, and had let her dark brown page-cut hair loose. Her voice so fresh and pure since last night came firm. “Yeah, Beatrice, they don’t see you. We do.” I forced a shaky smile. “Tha