Novel & Cerita Black Spy Vs White Spy

And she was smiling. Kaela stopped cold. No. Not a smile. A stretch of skin, a facsimile. A pulling of lips like the muscles were trying to remember how. “You’re not her,” Kaela said quietly. The thing blinked. The pupils twitched—too slow. Too precise. “I’ve seen you,” it whispered. “The White Wolf. The broken one.” Kaela didn’t breathe. The real survivor had brown eyes. This one had none. Just the color of dirty glass and something crawling behind it.

"Everyone knows the Rivera girl is a rare white wolf. Her pups will be top-tier Alphas, every single one. Whoever mates her becomes the future Alpha King." "And look at her—the Moon Goddess must've carved her by hand." "A wolf like that, blood like that, Is Damian insane?" "Poor Rivera girl. Her own mate doesn't even want her." The whispers circled. Everyone was certain I'd name Damian—they'd all seen how badly I'd fallen for him. In my last life, I worshiped Damian as my savior. White wolves are rare, which means my life was never peaceful. I got snatched by rogues once.