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Yuri comments. “Either way, we were supposed to know what the threat is if there is one and we know nothing. Meaning we are going in there blind, and I don’t like it.” Yuri frowns, he knows am right and for someone who owns J City. He hasn’t done shit to keep the city in control and I don’t know when he lost it but he did. My men open and Richard is already standing by the door wearing all white with his hands buried in his pockets.

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

Fire flickered in my palm, called by thought alone. “Burn them,” Malrath whispered, fading. “And bring me the girl.” The mirror went black. I stood slowly, curling my fingers. Flame danced obediently over my skin. A new weapon. Perfect. The white wolf would bleed for me soon, her kingdom turning to ash at my feet, and I would hand her head to my king… smiling. _____________________ Daeira POV

His wife, Iliana Granger, was Adrian's bitch of a mother, so we knew now that it was our little white Dove that we were on our way to claim. The name white dove had come from my mother, Nina. She said her coos always reminded her of a dove, and her soft white hair was as white as snow, and since then, the name White Dove had stuck. My mother was more of a mum to the five Vassilev children, and it broke her when Vi was taken, she felt like her own daughter had been taken from her. Their mother didn’t give a shit about the family; she just wanted the money and the lifestyle that came with being a part of the mafia. She had never been much of a mother to her children, and she was so jealous whe

Because the smell of blood in the suitcase was so heavy, the white-haired girl couldn't detect the scent of the man standing behind her. The girl with white hair was not afraid; she raised the corners of her lips to form a smile. The man was made a little panicked by her attitude, and he quickly regained his calmness. "What is your name?" “Selina Oliver” The man nodded and reached out his hand to beckon Selina, “Go to me.” Selina didn't ask where the man would take her but obediently walked toward him. The man walked ahead, and Selina followed behind. He took her to a small house in a dead-end alley.

Chapter 14 SELENAS POINT OF VIEW IN THE WHITE WOLF, Part 1 I started to hold Jr even closer to my chest when we were told that a car was waiting for us. Fabian had an inkling as to why I was so overly protective of him, but I wasn't going to tell him the truth because I didn't think he needed to know that Jr. was our son and that he was the surprise I had in store for him—at least not until he showed he was truly sorry or regretful for what he had done to me. I didn't want to be there because I had a sneaking suspicion that his parents would try to start a fight or some sort of conflict when we got in the car and drove to the pack land. Even if it meant I had to transform into my strong whit

A sudden thought struck Amelia, as she could not understand why the White Tiger had suddenly stopped. She could feel the White Tiger's gaze fixed tightly on her, but the cold murderous intent from before was gone, replaced by disbelief and astonishment, as if it had witnessed something unimaginable. The White Tiger's nose twitched continuously, its breathing gradually becoming rapid, and the oppressive aura around it weakened slightly. It stared intently at Amelia, its deep tiger eyes filled with shock, confusion, and disbelief, and even faintly tinged with... reverence?

"Understood, Mr. Samuel!" My men bowed in respect and strode out of the study, leaving me alone in the vast, silent room. I let out a long breath, leaning back against my grand chair as I massaged my throbbing temples. My mind was still consumed by an immense, gnawing curiosity. How could a ruthless organization like the White Tiger Group be willing to dirty its hands to help a madwoman like Bianca? What exactly had that wretch offered them in exchange? * * * *

But when he was about to hug Snowy, the white tiger growled at him. "Whoa. Little White, why are you glaring at me? I'm sorry, okay? I won't do it again. You're handsome uncle won't leave you again. Promise..." he said coaxing the white tiger while trying to come closer to him but Little White Tiger growled louder at him. Everyone was frozen when a man suddenly rushed to the big white tiger but they were more shocked that the man was Zifan Deguzs. That's the time when they realize that the white tiger in front of them was the legendary white tiger of the Deguzs'!

He knew it just as well as we did. “Nate…” “Why?” He asks me and I can see the unshed tears in his crystal eyes. “Why did this happen to you? Why did this happen to her?” I brush the lone tear that managed to escape his eye and cup his cheek. “Because, we are white wolves.”