All Chapters of Wolves Of Berlin The Cursed Hybrid : Chapter 81 - Chapter 89

Amanda’s POVThe air in the Mondwächter store was crisp, the faint scent of lavender and expensive leather and textile hanging in the air. I ran my fingers over the edge of a dark velvet gown, my mind wandering for a second before Linda broke my focus.“You look… glowy,” she said, teasing, her eyes scanning me with a playful grin. “Ever since you snatched Brandon, you’ve got this… aura about you.”I raised an eyebrow, giving my sister a pointed look. “You’re not doing too bad yourself, you know. I saw how Niklas Adler couldn’t keep his eyes off you. Didn’t think you’d be his type.”Linda laughed, shaking her head. “Well, what can I say? I have a certain charm. But you? You’re glowing in a way that doesn’t just come from a pretty dress. You’re the Luna of the pack now.”I felt my chest tighten at the mention of my role, the power settling deep within me like a warm weight. “Alright, enough of the sweet talk,” I said, my voice shifting slightly. “We’ve got work to do. I need something

Angelica’s POVThe light of the crystal chandelier bathed my chamber in a soft glow, illuminating the white lace underwear and silk robe clinging to my skin. I lay sprawled across my golden bed, my heart restless, yearning for Luke. His touch had always sent a different kind of shivers down my spine, a stark contrast to the nauseating weight of Velan’s arm around my waist. Every moment with Velan felt like a tightrope walk, his unpredictable moods and devious schemes kept me on edge, waiting for the next blow to fall.A sudden gust of wind rattled the open window, rain lashing against the glass as thunder roared in the distance. My breath caught as a familiar figure leaped inside, Luke, his light brown wolf fur matted with rain and streaked with blood. The metallic scent hit me, sharp and alarming.I scrambled to my feet, rushing to him as he shifted back into human form, his body shivering slightly from the cold.“Luke! Are you alright?” I gasped, pressing his sturdy frame again

Beatrice’s POV The necropolis beneath Charlottenburg was a tomb of shadows, the air thick with the stench of moldy stone and old blood. I lay chained to a cold slab, my wrists raw from the iron cuffs, my hybrid blood sluggish from Velan’s latest syringe. Each breath felt like a countdown and I was going to die here, drained dry for his twisted cure. The bloodstone glowed on the altar, its ruby light pulsing like a heartbeat as I tried to steady my stuttering pulse. I couldn’t look away, couldn’t stop the terror clawing at my chest. This was it. My end. I was going to die here. Nobody was coming to save me and Charles was dead. If nobody wanted me, what was the point in living anyway? Velan stood at the altar, his platinum hair gleaming in the flickering torchlight, his dark eyes feverish with triumph. He held Angelica like a steel cuff around her tiny waist, her silk dress clinging to her perfect frame, her blue eyes wide with pleasure, a stark contrast that wasn’t se

Niklas Adler’s POV The air in Gendarmenmarkt crackled with old magic, the twin cathedrals looming over the square. My blue magic flickered at my fingertips, steady as ever, though my bones ached from centuries of use. I adjusted my black tuxedo, glancing at Walda beside me, her emerald cloak billowed in the night breeze, her sharp eyes glinting with mischief. Across from us stood Erasmus Bluthexer, Velan’s pompous royal warlock, his gray hair slicked back, his crimson robes screaming arrogance. Behind him, the five witches—Brunhilde, Hildegard, Ingeborg, Gretchen, and Ursula—lounged on conjured chairs, their cackles already echoing. “Ready to spank this overgrown toddler, Niklas?” Walda grinned, twirling her crooked cane. I inclined my head, a faint smile tugging my lips. “A gentleman never shies from duty, Walda. Though I suspect you’ll enjoy this more than I will.” “Damn right I will,” she snorted. “Been itching to hex this peacock since he crawled out of Velan’s shadow.