Novels by White Dove

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Amelia’s POVAmelia stood in front of the mirror, smoothing her dress for the fifth time. It was nothing extravagant, soft ivory, off-shoulder, with lace that looked like it had stories to tell. Ruby had insisted on doing her makeup. Leona had insisted on redoing it when Ruby made her eyeliner uneven.Now, both of them hovered nearby like overprotective satellites.Ruby adjusted the hem. “You’re shaking.”“I’m not.”Leona raised a brow. “You’re vibrating.”Amelia rolled her eyes, even as her smile betrayed her. “It’s just… it’s been a while since something this good didn’t come with gunfire.”Ruby smirked. “Don’t jinx it.”Leona handed her the bouquet, white roses, baby’s breath, and one stubborn red tulip that Ruby had insisted on “for rebellion.” Amelia looked down at it, laughing softly.“Where’s Kelvin?” she asked.Ruby shrugged. “Pacing. Practicing his vows. Probably thinking about security drills.”Leona grinned. “Man’s marrying a CEO, he should be nervous.”Amelia laughed, shak

Ruby’s POV (Epilogue 3)The first thing Ruby noticed when she woke up was the loud quiet that surrounded her.It was not the kind that came before danger, that sharp, breath-held kind she’d learned to survive, but the gentle quiet that came after everything had already been fought for. The kind that felt like exhaling.The baby stirred beside her, tiny sounds bubbling up between soft breaths. A stretch, a small fist, the faintest whimper. Ruby smiled into her pillow, still half-asleep, half-dreaming. For once, there was no rush to get up. No alarms she had to get up to. No phone vibrating with bad news.After the months of having to deal with that, she was only glad it was over although it still traumatised her a little bit. She had had a visit last week with Mateo and she had gone with her baby, Lily and Amelia who just simply loved holding her godchild. Plus the guys were busy with an issue she didn’t want to bother herself with knowing about. Ricardo had tried to convince her coun

Leona’s POV (Epilogue 2)The first thing Leona noticed was that the apartment was too quiet.No alarms, no encrypted calls, no gunfire echoing faintly through her memory. Just the low hum of the city outside, the lazy rhythm of life she’d almost forgotten existed.She sat cross-legged on the couch, hair pulled into a messy bun, surrounded by half-assembled hardware and a laptop that hadn’t stopped blinking since last night. Even now, she couldn’t help tinkering, an old habit, one Gabriel found endlessly amusing and mildly infuriating.The smell of coffee drifted from the kitchen.“Leona,” Gabriel called, voice rough with sleep. “It’s Sunday. You’re not allowed to code on Sundays.”She smirked without looking up. “You made that rule. I didn’t agree to it.”“You nodded.”“I was drinking wine.”“Same thing.”She rolled her eyes, fingers flying across the keyboard. “You can’t keep treating weekends like religious experiences, Gabriel. Some of us actually enjoy working.”He appeared in the

Amelia’s POV (Epilogue 1)365 Days LaterThe city had learned to breathe again.It wasn’t quieter, no city ever really was, but it was softer now, slower somehow, like it had been forced to remember that silence existed between all the noise. Amelia stood outside the narrow glass building tucked between a flower shop and a laundromat, squinting at the modest sign over the door:“Rook Security & Consulting.”The font was simple, understated. The kind of name that blended in. Which, knowing Kelvin, was entirely the point.She smiled faintly and stepped inside.The bell over the door jingled softly, announcing her like a secret. The place smelled like coffee, leather, and a hint of paint. It was nothing like Vasquez’s empire, no marble floors, no cold glass walls, no sterile perfection. Just warmth, and space, and quiet.There were only two desks. One had paperwork stacked neatly in a corner. The other was an organized chaos of open files, blueprints, and an old framed photograph of a do

Leona’s POVThe hum of the monitors was the only sound in the room.Rows of cables trailed like veins across the floor, connecting half-built towers of equipment to the server racks that blinked weakly in the dark. The office smelled of metal, dust, and too many sleepless nights.Leona sat cross-legged on the floor, hoodie halfway off one shoulder, hair tied up in a messy knot that had given up halfway through the night. Her eyes were dry from staring at code for too long, her fingers tapping at the keyboard with the rhythm of someone too stubborn to stop.Behind her, Gabriel yawned. Loudly.She was also hungry, but if she admitted that, he’d either drag her away from where she sat or leave her to grab some takeout and she didn’t want to agree that his presence was basically what kept her there so long. She wouldn’t be seated here in a dark bleak room if his presence wasn’t so damn comforting.“Do you have to do that?” she asked without looking up.He was sprawled across her couch li

The Alpha's chambers were quiet except for the crackling of the fireplace.Damon stood at the window, staring out at the moonlit pack lands spread below like a responsibility he could never fully carry. His reflection in the glass showed a man who looked older than he had weeks ago...heavy shadows under his eyes, tension carved deep into the planes of his face, the weight of leadership aging him in real time.Callie approached from behind and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her cheek to his back. Her warmth and golden aura seeped into him, but even she couldn't fully ease the storm raging inside his chest."I keep seeing her as a little girl," Damon whispered, his voice breaking. "Following me everywhere. Begging me to teach her how to fight. Laughing when I let her win." He paused, swallowing hard. "And now I have to decide if I'm going to sign her death warrant."Callie tightened her hold, grounding him with her presence. "You don't have to decide alone."He turned in he

Autumn was breaking apart from the inside.The transformation pain was reaching its peak...waves of agony crashing through her body as her hybrid nature finally began to fully settle. Golden flames and shadows warred beneath her skin, each one trying to dominate the other. She was trembling, barely able to stand, tears streaming down her face.Max's expression softened with something dangerously close to tenderness. He tilted her chin up with careful fingers, forcing her to meet his silver-gray eyes."You're not tearing apart," he whispered, his ancient voice carrying absolute certainty. "You're becoming whole. Let me help you."He leaned down and kissed her...not the usual fierce, hate-filled kiss, but something slower, deeper, more intimate. It was a different kind of claiming. Autumn moaned into his mouth, the pain momentarily dulled by the contact. She kissed him back desperately, fingers tangling in his dark hair as if he was the only thing keeping her grounded, the only anchor i

News of the secret meeting spread like wildfire through Silvermoon by the next morning.By midday, the pack was fracturing.Whispers turned into open arguments in the streets. Warriors gathered in clusters, their voices rising in heated debate. Elders moved through the halls with grim expressions that spoke of betrayal. The word "weak" was being thrown around more and more...aimed directly at their new Alpha like a blade.Damon stood on the balcony overlooking the training grounds, watching as two groups of warriors nearly came to blows below. His jaw was locked so tight it ached, his shoulders rigid with the tension of restraint. Every muscle in his body wanted to transform, wanted to assert dominance, wanted to force them into submission.Callie stepped up beside him, slipping her hand into his without a word. Her presence alone grounded him, reminded him to think rather than react."They're scared," she said softly. "Fear makes wolves stupid."Before Damon could reply, the doors to

The Ruined Temple stood like a broken crown under the fading moonlight. It was neutral ground, far enough from pack territory to avoid immediate bloodshed, yet close enough for Damon to feel the weight of every decision pressing down on his shoulders like a physical force.Damon arrived first with Callie at his side and two trusted warriors flanking them, ready for violence. His body was tense, his claws half-extended, his golden eyes scanning the darkness with predatory precision. Every muscle was coiled tight, ready to explode into action at a moment's notice.Callie stayed close, her hand brushing his reassuringly. "Stay calm," she whispered. "We need answers more than blood."Then they appeared from the shadows like ghosts materializing.Autumn stepped out from behind a fallen pillar, her movements unnaturally graceful in a way that was both beautiful and deeply wrong. Her skin had a faint luminous quality that caught the dying moonlight. Her eyes held that haunting mix of gold an

The moon hung high over Silvermoon, bathing the Alpha's chambers in silver light that made everything appear otherworldly.Callie stood barefoot on the balcony, wearing only one of Damon's oversized shirts. The cool night breeze brushed against her bare skin as she stared into the distance, toward the western border where the ruined temple waited like a dark promise.Damon stepped up behind her, wrapping his strong arms around her waist and pulling her back against his chest. He pressed a slow kiss to the side of her neck, his breath warm against her skin."You should be resting," he murmured, his voice rough with concern and lingering desire from their time in bed.Callie leaned into him, tilting her head to give him better access. "I can't sleep. Something's coming, Damon. I can feel it in my bones... like electricity beneath my skin."He turned her in his arms and kissed her deeply, slow and reassuring. Their bodies pressed together, the mate bond humming warmly between them, a con

The underground chamber felt smaller, hotter, more dangerous.Autumn paced restlessly, her hybrid body buzzing with restless energy that had nowhere to go. Training with Max had left her flushed, her blood singing with a mix of fire and ice. Every nerve ending felt alive, vibrating with tension that demanded release.Max leaned against the far wall, watching her with those piercing silver-gray eyes that tracked her every movement. His shirt was open at the collar, revealing pale, sculpted skin that seemed to glow in the torchlight. The sight irritated her as much as it pulled at her, a contradiction she couldn't resolve."What are you staring at?" she snapped, stopping abruptly in front of him."You're pacing like a caged animal," he replied smoothly, his voice carrying that infuriating calm. "And you smell like desire and rage. It's… distracting."Autumn's breath hitched. She hated how easily he could read her now. How her body betrayed her around him, every instinct responding to hi