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

Autumn arrived at the house just as the first hints of dawn began to touch the sky. She walked right up to the front door, her bare feet making no sound on the stone path leading up to the entrance.Even from outside, she could feel Damon's presence. It hit her like a physical force, loud and terrifying, pressing against her chest and making it hard to draw a full breath. His power rolled out from inside the house in waves, dark and violent, the kind of energy that promised death to anyone foolish enough to get too close.Autumn pushed the door open anyway and stepped inside, Amira cradled in her arms. The girl was still completely unconscious, her head lolling against Autumn's shoulder, her breathing deep and even. Whatever Autumn had used to knock her out was strong… Amira was totally oblivious to everything happening around her, lost somewhere in drug-induced sleep.Autumn moved through the entrance hall and gently placed Amira on the large couch in the sitting room. She arranged t

Callie woke up slowly, her consciousness dragging itself up from the depths like she was swimming through mud. Her head felt heavy, too heavy to lift, and there was a throbbing pain in her chest that pulsed with every heartbeat. She became aware of the wetness on her cheeks… tears, rolling down her face even though she didn't remember starting to cry.Everything around her was dark. Not just dim, but pitch black.She tried to move and immediately felt the weight. Heavy chains wrapped around her wrists, the metal cold and rough against her skin. More chains around her ankles, binding her legs together. The sound of them rattling echoed in the confined space, loud in the silence.It took her a full minute to process what was happening, her drugged mind working slowly through the fog. She was moving. The floor beneath her swayed and jolted, accompanied by the creak of wood and the sound of wheels turning. She was in some kind of carriage.Callie tried to stand, pushing herself up on shak

"No!" Callie's scream tore through the air, raw and desperate… as the distorted world shifted around her.She watched in horror as rough hands grabbed her mother, yanking her arms behind her back. The rope came next, thick and coarse, wrapping around her wrists with brutal efficiency. Her mother's face twisted in fear and pain as they pulled the bindings tight."Help!" her mother shouted, her voice breaking on the word. "Callie, please!"Her older brother fought back, throwing punches, trying to break free from the men surrounding him. He was strong, always had been, but there were too many of them. One of the men brought something heavy down on the side of his head.Callie heard the sickening crack even from where she stood. Her brother stumbled, dazed, and they were on him in an instant. More rope, more hands, forcing him to the ground. Within seconds he was tied up just like their mother, unable to move, unable to fight anymore."No, please!" Callie tried to run toward them, her fe

Damon turned back slowly, his muscles coiled tight, ready to strike at any moment. Behind him, on the roof of one of the damaged houses, stood a man. He wore a dark hoodie that cast shadows over most of his face, but there was something about his stance, the way he held himself, that sent warning bells ringing through Damon's mind."Korran!" The name ripped from Damon's throat in a growl that made the air vibrate. "Took you long enough to show your face again."He let go of Owen without looking, releasing his grip on the other wolf's throat like he was discarding trash. Owen dropped to the ground in a heap, gasping and coughing, his hands going to his bruised neck as he fought to drag air back into his lungs.Damon's black eyes flicked down to Owen sprawled on the dirt, then back up to the figure on the roof. Something ugly twisted in his chest. "Wondering how this bastard went to such lengths to find someone to get rid of me," he said, disgust dripping from every word as he looked do

Damon arrived at the scene like a storm breaking over still water. His feet hit the ground just as the thick fog that had blanketed Callie's street began to thin and drift away in ghostly tendrils. Bodies were scattered everywhere, lying in twisted heaps on the dirt road, slumped against houses, sprawled across porches. None of them were moving. The air tasted wrong, chemical and bitter, coating the back of his throat with every breath. Someone had released a gas, something strong enough to knock out an entire street of wolves.His jaw clenched tight enough to hurt. The toxic smell hung heavy, mixing with smoke and something else he couldn't quite place.He didn't waste time checking the bodies. His eyes went straight to Callie's house, and what he saw made rage begin to simmer in his chest. The front section was destroyed, blackened wood and ash where walls used to be. Tiny flames still flickered on broken beams scattered in the yard, small orange tongues licking at the night air. M

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