All Chapters of Wolves Of Berlin The Cursed Hybrid : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Brandon’s POV I’d never seen this girl before—the honey blonde woman, whoever she was. She had clearly never entered wolf territory before; that much was obvious. Her scent was unfamiliar, yet intoxicating. Her friend, though what the hell had she been thinking? Shacking up with some random guy like that? It didn’t make any sense. The recklessness of it all made me shake my head. Now, we’d never know her story, because she was dead. The vampire had been so considerate, hadn’t he? Instead of turning the poor girl, he made sure to snap her neck. Quick, efficient, and silent. The dead don’t speak, after all. At least, that’s what I thought had happened as Marc, Jake and Paul who cleaned up afterwards told me so. Angelica’s POV I woke up with the worst hangover I’d ever had. But it wasn’t just that—no, I was tied to a chair in the middle of nowhere. Where the hell was I? Some kind of castle? The wallpaper was medallion-patterned, and there was baroque furniture all around me.

Brandon’s POVThe Giraffe building loomed in front of us. “Luke, which floor and apartment is it?” I asked, urgency creeping into my voice. The night had drained me, and my muscles were protesting with every step.“Ugh, damn, it’s the 13th floor!” Luke replied, stifling a laugh.“Are you kidding me? Let’s go—hurry up and open the elevator!”I glared at the note plastered on the elevator wall: Out of Order.“What the hell…!” was all that escaped my lips.“Want me to carry the lady?” Luke smirked.“Hell no! Now, move your ass!” I growled, shifting the girl in my arms for a better grip.“Boys, boys! Calm down, puppies. Let’s take the stairs together,” Oracle Walda chimed in, her voice dripping with amusement. “And Luke, you must carry me. I’m several hundred years old—I can’t run up the stairs like you young folks.”Her smirk was so damn satisfying that I couldn’t help but laugh at Luke’s misfortune. At least tonight, both of our backs and legs would be in agony!Luke pushed the apart

Luke’s POV I waltzed into the half-finished apartment at Giraffe Nr. 13, holding two swans in my arms. Brandon, my alpha, barely looked up before smirking. “Who let the dog in?” “Don’t look at me,” I scoffed, rolling my eyes at Walda. “Look at her! She did it!” I continued, ”She also screwed us all over again, made her hocus-pocus, and bam, the elevator works now!” I let out a dry laugh. “My legs and back are still sore, you know!” I made sure to say it loud enough so she could hear. Walda just laughed and winked. For someone hundreds of years old, she was way too quick-witted. “A little workout never hurt anyone. You’re in your prime stop complaining and introduce everyone already!” “Me?” I blinked. “You want me to introduce them?” “Yeah, you!” she said firmly. “But you called them here,” I pointed out, still confused. “I’m getting old here—just start already!” she said, clearly amused. I was slowly catching on. “Oh. Well—hi, everyone! These duckies—oh—sorry, I mean swa

Angelica’s POVThe air was damp, thick with the scent of mildew and old and mossy stone. The dungeon beneath Charlottenburg Palace was no ordinary prison—it was a tomb of forgotten souls, a place swallowed by history itself. And yet, here I was.Somewhere above, the palace stood in all its grandeur, a relic of Prussian might, its gilded halls a stark contrast to the rotting underbelly where I was kept. And within those halls lived Velan Prussianheardt, the last of his bloodline, a relic himself. A vampire prince, bound to an empire that no longer existed, yet still clinging to its ghost. And I was his prisoner. His breeder? The very thought disgusted me. I had never felt so alone, abandoned, hot and cold at the same time. This prince or whatever he was made my skin crawl. Every time he looked at me, I felt nauseous.I was locked in. Everything was dark and pitch black yet I could still see. At the bottom of my cell, a small pool of water had gathered on the rough edges of the st

Beatrice’s POVI slowly drifted toward consciousness. My blood was boiling, my head about to crack open, and my heart pounding.Fragmented memories scrambled to make sense. Blood. Fangs.It was a mess. Like a horror scene from the club Luna Obscura!“Angelica!” I shot upright in bed, like an arrow released from its bow. The sudden movement was so unexpected that I bumped into someone. It was hella weird, since I was sure I lived alone, didn’t I?“Ouch!”My already pulsating skull collided with… another person?“Brandon, watch out!” a woman with fiery auburn red and curly hair shouted, and I felt completely disoriented. Where was I? And who were all these people now again?The man with dark hair and intense golden brown eyes rubbed his nose.“Who the hell are you?” was all I could manage to spit out.An older woman’s laughter reached my ears. I turned my head.“Welcome back to the land of the living, Beatrice.I think I just blinked at her, probably looking dumb.“I’m afraid Angel