All Chapters of Wolves Of Berlin The Cursed Hybrid : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Beatrice’s POV Linda’s eyes sharpened when she saw me this monday morning in my apartment at the Giraffe. My face was pale, hollow, with dark, puffy bags under my eyes, it said everything. She sat up, shoving the duvet off. “We’ve got school,come on, we’ll go together.” I shook my head, my voice flat. “Not happening. Everyone’s talking, gossiping about me, Isabell, and Galerie Stahl. They’re staring at me like I’m some kind of freak show. I can’t deal with it, Linda not after yesterday.” My throat tightened, Eric’s words echoing in my head—ungrateful bitch, talentless hybrid. I sank deeper into the armchair. The fabric should have felt velvety, smooth, calming but all I felt was uselessness against my skin “They’ll all know, her arrest, the fakes. I just want to hide. It’s the other way around, she’s the one staining my name.” Linda frowned, swinging her legs off the couch. “Hide? Bea, why? Mondwächter’s group and Principal Dietrich have your back, your award’s legit. She

Anna-Lise’s POVThe evening cloaked Charlottenburg Palace in a shroud of dusk, its marble halls gleaming faintly under flickering sconces.I drifted through them, as I had risen from my necropolis, the place where I lay when wasn’t not wandering these halls. It’s where I rest, suspended in time, my spirit a cold breath against the walls. I’m a spectral wisp of silver and will, a silent observer of the crumbling empire.The scent of wax and old blood clung to the air, Velan’s empire, brittle and ripe for breaking.Below, my empty tomb waited, but my gaze was fixed on the servants’ quarters. Five of my faithful servants awaited me there, loyal to me, yes, but they had also served Velan for decades. They were his trusted hands, though tonight, they would turn that trust into a weapon for me.I could feel the tension tightening in my chest, but I pushed it away. This was the game we played, and I would not allow Angelica to be buried and forgotten in that hellhole.The room was cramped,

Beatrice’s POV The air outside Morgenlicht Kunsthaus smelled of wet stone and exhaust, the entrance statues of the wolf and vampire woman glaring down at us like it knew something we didn’t. It was afternoon ans school’s over for the day. Linda was mid-laugh, kicking a pebble across the cracked pavement, when Amanda grabbed my arm, her nails digging in. She had come to meet us after school. “Beatrice, I can’t take it anymore,” she hissed with her voice lowered, eyes darting to the shadows beyond the entrance. “School’s a damn creepshow lately—vampires everywhere, sneaking through the halls, watching you guys. They’re crying for babies they’ll never have.” “I know,” I said with a sharp voice. “I saw Klaus Hoffman lurking by the lockers yesterday, that perv’s always watching me.” My skin crawled just thinking about his hollow stare. “It’s that supernatural infertility, right? Velan said my blood could fix it, back in the dungeons. I’m so relieved we got out of that hellhole, it

Beatrice’s POVThe Victory Column’s golden Victoria loomed above, her wings a cruel reminder of my broken trust. She looked like an angel, but I felt defeated.I slumped against the stone base, my arm pulsing where Brandon’s syringe had stabbed me.Amanda’s accusations bounced inside my head—“I can’t trust you anymore!” echoing, her green Lamborghini screeching off into the distance.The Berlin night felt like it was crushing me.“They never cared,” I muttered as breath fogged around me.Brandon wanted my blood. Amanda wanted him. And I was left with nothing.My ruby ring from Mom flickered. Everything was a cruel joke. Tears burned, streaking down my face.A soft whimper cut through the silence.Charlie, my tri-colored stray, padded out of the shadows, his black-white-brown fur mussed.Alarica, the fuzzy gray German shepherd, trailed behind him, her sharp eyes scanning the dark.“You two,” I rasped, my throat raw and thick from crying. “Why do you even stick around a loser like me?”

Dieter’s POVThe Victory Column stares down at me like it knows what a bloody mess I’ve made. Victoria was always the winner and I stood there like a looser. I’m now sprawled behind a busted crate, one arm throbbing where Beatrice landed a kick that felt like a sledgehammer, and Hans is groaning next to me, clutching his ribs. She was here, right here, with that smug prince Charles Leopold von Edelstein and we had her, I swear we did. Then she turned into some kind of hellcat, fists flying, shapeshifting and Charles wasn’t much better, swinging like a damn knight. Now they’re gone, and we’re left licking our wounds like whipped dogs. “Oi, Hans, you useless sod,” I rasp, spitting blood into the dirt. “How’d we let her get the drop on us? She’s a bloody girl, and she near snapped my arm off!”Hans wheezes, dragging himself up against the crate, his face a mess of bruises. “Don’t you start, Dieter! You were supposed to grab her, not stand there gawking like a fish! And that prince—