บททั้งหมดของ Tides of Passion: The Pirate's Curse: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

The fog clung to the Forbidden Isle like a shroud, its tendrils weaving through the gnarled trees and obscuring the jagged rocks that jutted from the ground like the teeth of some slumbering beast. The scent of decay mingled with the salty tang of the sea, and the air was heavy with a silence that seemed to carry the weight of centuries."Feels like we're being watched," Lucas murmured, his silver-blue eyes scanning the tree line uneasily."Because we are," Gabriel replied, his voice low but steady. "The Isle doesn't welcome intruders."Amelia peered into the mist, her chestnut hair damp against her brow. "We need to move. The artifact won't wait for us.""Right behind you, princess," Finn quipped, though his usual mischievous grin was replaced by a tight-lipped determination."Keep your eyes open and stick together," Amelia instructed, leading the way as they disembarked onto the shore. The ground squelched beneath their boots, the mud c

Amidst the roar of cannons and the screech of metal on metal, Amelia Knight ducked a wild swing from an enemy cutlass. She parried with practiced ease, though her mind raced with the chaos that surrounded her. The deck of her ship, the Sea Phantom, had become a battlefield, where pirate clashed against pirate under a sky choked with black powder smoke."Gabriel!" she called out over the din, spotting the alpha's towering form as he dispatched another foe with lethal precision. "A word!"He caught her eye, nodding curtly amidst the fray. With a gesture, he signaled to his pack, who seamlessly covered his departure. They met at the helm, their backs momentarily protected by the high wheel."Your crew fights well," Gabriel grunted, wiping a streak of blood from his cheek. His green eyes, usually so guarded, now blazed with the fire of battle."Yours too," Amelia replied, catching her breath. "But this is madness. We can't keep going like this. We nee

The ground shuddered beneath their feet, a low rumble that crescendoed into a roar. Amelia's heart hammered in her chest as she pivoted on her heel, scanning the cavern for signs of danger. "Get ready!" she called out, her voice echoing against the walls of Dragon's Hollow. "Hostiles?" Lucas asked, drawing his curved dagger with practiced ease. "Something worse," Gabriel replied grimly, eyes narrowing as he sensed the vibrations through the soles of his boots. They didn't have to wait long to find out. From the shadows emerged a swarm of creatures—scaled and slithering, with gnashing teeth and venomous barbs. The pack tensed, recognizing the lethal serpents known as Viperwings, whose bites could paralyze a grown man within seconds. "Circle formation!" Amelia commanded, stepping back to back with Gabriel. "Finn, Remus, get those torches lit. Now!" "Got it!" Finn said, fumbling with flint and ste

Gabriel's growl rumbled through the small, dimly lit space, reverberating against the wooden walls as if his very soul was laid bare in that primal sound—a declaration of his desire, his claim. Amelia's response was a whimper, a plea without words, her body arching towards him like a moth drawn to flame."Amelia," he whispered her name like a sacred vow, and she felt it, the power of it, unravelling her from the inside out."Yes, Gabriel, yes!" Her voice broke on his name, her chestnut hair a wild cascade around her shoulders, eyes shut tight as waves of pleasure crashed over her, relentless and all-consuming. Their bodies, slick with sweat, moved with an urgency that spoke of more than just physical need; it was the culmination of every stolen glance, every electric touch, every moment of longing held back by the chains of duty and doubt.The room seemed to spin, the old wood of the ship creaking beneath them, but none of it mattered. There was only this—

Moonlight spills across the wooden deck like liquid silver, catching on the brass buttons of sailors' coats and the edges of raised glasses. The night air thrums with victory – a palpable, living thing that weaves between the dancing bodies and bursts of laughter. The smell of gunpowder still lingers, a ghostly reminder of their triumph, but it's quickly being overtaken by the sharp tang of spilled rum and the salt of happy sweat.Amelia leans against the ship's railing, her chestnut hair lifted by the gentle sea breeze. Her blue eyes reflect the scattered lanterns hanging from the rigging, tiny flames dancing in their depths. She watches the celebration with a small smile tugging at her lips, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the wooden rail smoothed by years of salt and hands."Not joining the festivities, Princess?" The deep voice behind her belongs to Gabriel, though she doesn't need to turn to know it's him. His presence changes the air around her, makes it heavier som