Lahat ng Kabanata ng Tides of Passion: The Pirate's Curse: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The sun had barely risen, casting a faint golden glow over the palace gardens as Amelia took her morning walk, surrounded by her handmaids. Her long, chestnut hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, and her piercing blue eyes seemed to reflect the very sky above. She was dressed in a simple yet elegant gown, its deep green hue complementing her fair complexion."Did you see the new tulips they planted near the fountain?" one of the handmaids, Eliza, chattered excitedly as they strolled through the meticulously maintained pathways. "They're simply breathtaking!""Indeed," agreed another, Maria, her eyes scanning the vibrant flowerbeds that surrounded them. "I heard they were imported from a far-off land, just for tonight's ball."As the other girls continued to discuss the upcoming event, Amelia remained quiet, her mind wandering elsewhere. The scent of salt from the sea caught on the breeze, drawing her further away from the conversation at hand."Amelia, what do you think of the f

The storm raged around the ship, waves crashing violently against the hull and rain lashing the deck. Amelia clung to the railing, her Chestnut hair whipping about her face as the wind howled. This was the life she had chosen, the freedom she had yearned for since fleeing the palace. No more silken gowns or dainty slippers for her - she was a pirate now, captain of her own destiny. Amelia made her way carefully across the slippery deck, shouting orders to her crew as they battled to keep the ship afloat. She felt invigorated by the thrill of adventure, more alive than she had ever felt back in the confines of the palace. This was worth any hardship or danger.As lightning split the sky, her thoughts turned to her mother, Queen Elara. A pang of longing caught in her chest. She missed her mother deeply, but knew she could never return to that life. The sea called to her now. Her mother would understand - she had always encouraged Amelia to follow her dreams. Amelia ducked into her cab

Gabriel awakened with a start, his body aching from the intensity of the previous night's feral moon. Moonlight still filtered in through the portholes of his cabin, casting an eerie glow across the floorboards. He rose slowly, every muscle protesting. The transformations always took their toll, but last night had been particularly brutal. Gabriel ran a hand through his dark, disheveled hair and sighed. The ship creaked and groaned around him as it sailed on calm seas. At least the chaos of the full moon was behind them for now. He dressed swiftly and made his way above deck, bracing himself for the state of his crew. Most were still in their bunks recovering, while a few bleary-eyed souls manned the essential stations. Tattered sails hung limply from the masts, and scratches marred the polished wood of the railings. Signs of the inner beasts unleashed.Gabriel's thoughts turned to Amelia and Finn, confined below deck for their own safety during the long

Amelia's hair whipped around her face as the sea breeze gusted across the ship's deck. Her piercing blue eyes were narrowed, fixed on Gabriel's brooding figure before her. "You arrogant, stubborn wolf!" she shouted, jabbing her finger toward his chest. "Who are you to forbid me from joining the shore party?"Gabriel's green eyes glinted dangerously. His jaw clenched as he stared down at the defiant princess, his muscular frame tense. "It's too dangerous," he growled. "We cannot guarantee your safety." Amelia threw her hands up in exasperation. "Dangerous? I laugh in the face of danger!" She stepped closer, glaring up at him. "I can handle myself just fine, thank you very much."Gabriel crossed his arms, accentuating his commanding presence. "My duty is to protect the pack. If anything happened to you..." He trailed off, looking away."Oh, so I'm just a burden to you and your precious pack?" Amelia scoffed. "I don't need your protection." She poked him hard in the chest. Gabriel bl

The wind howled fiercely, whipping Amelia's chestnut hair wildly around her face as she clung to the ship's railing. Icy sea spray pelted her skin like tiny needles as the ship pitched and rolled on the storm-tossed waves. She squinted against the stinging salt, peering out into the gloomy darkness. Somewhere out there, through the inky black night and driving rain, lay the island and the answers she sought. Amelia tightened her grip, resolve steeling her nerves. She had not come this far by giving up at the first sign of hardship. This was merely another test, and she would pass it, just as she had all the others. Turning from the railing, she made her way carefully across the slippery deck. The ship lurched beneath her feet, but she adjusted her stance, moving with the roll of the waves. Her piercing blue eyes scanned the shadows until they landed on a hunched form near the mast. One of the werewolf pack members. She approached slowly, sensing his tension.