Treasure Planet Captain Amelia Novels & Stories

“I love my little gemstone.” “I love you more, Daddy,” she replied with a sweet smile. As the chairman walked out of the hospital room, the room fell into a deep silence. Amelia was no longer smiling like the sweet little girl from moments ago. “Hey, darling, could you sit up straight so you can take your drugs?” the nurse asked gently. She sat upright, not giving the nurse any attention. “Here’s your medication, dear.” Amelia looked at the nurse for the first time since she entered.

“You’re lucky Thomas came to me first, because Goldwing won’t give you a second chance. I told the wolves you were harmless. Don’t make me a fucking liar, Riordan.” “Fine,” he said angrily. “I won’t.” Rosalyn studied him. She knew it had to be difficult being the only one of your kind, unsure if you were the last one or not. “Go downstairs,” she ordered. “I’ll let Eden know you can have your pick, whatever you want tonight. Forget about the Alpha. Forget about the girl.” Rosalyn reached into her pocketbook and pulled a gold coin from it. It had the Ouroboros on one side and a fierce dragon head on the other. It was a symbol of elite membership for the dungeons below. She offered it to him.

“He just made this far more dangerous.” ⸻ Captain Nora returned from the harbor, her coat soaked through. “The Founder Ship is gone.” Marcus turned sharply. “Gone?” “It disappeared during the storm.” Henry stared toward the sea. “It only comes when it’s needed.” “And now?” Olivia asked. Henry smiled faintly. “Now it has left us to decide our own future.” ⸻ The lead Archivist approached Amelia carrying a small cedar box. “You’ll need these.” Inside rested twelve bronze tokens. Each matched one of the silver Guardian keys.

Not one of them knew how much she had sacrificed for Damian. The sleepless nights. The abandoned scholarship abroad. The endless loneliness inside their mansion. Amelia swallowed quietly and stepped closer to the VIP section. Then she froze. Her breath caught painfully in her throat. Standing beside Damian was a woman dressed in red satin, her hand lightly resting on his arm as she laughed softly at something he said. Vanessa Cole. The daughter of one of Vale Corporation’s investors. But Amelia barely noticed Vanessa’s face. Because around her neck— Was the diamond necklace Damian had personally placed around Amelia’s neck on their third wedding anniversary.

I wasn’t sure what to say. Damien squeezed my hand and looked at me. In a moment of sheer vulnerability, I reached out to him through our mind link, “I don’t know who I am.” “Who do you feel like you are?” “I don’t know. I was Alpha in Waiting of Iceclaw. I am your betrothed and mate. I am, maybe, the Moon Goddess’ heiress and promised princess?” I questioned touching the glittering moonstone that was warm and beginning to glow as we traveled North. It’s like it knew it was going home at long last.

She used her remaining Moonstone sovereignty to shape the boiling liquid mid-air, hardening it into a solid, translucent shield of crystallized Alpha telemetry that slammed into the ground right in front of me, perfectly blocking a secondary blast of Aurelia’s venom. “You sentimental fool,” Aurelia mocked, her eyes flashing with a predatory silver brilliance as she stepped onto the dais. She reached down, gripping her twin sister by the hair, forcing Elara’s head back. “You gave him your sovereign telemetry? Now he will feel every single fracture when I break you.”

Three months… that’s all Amelia is given to live. Married to a cold billionaire Alpha who never loved her and betrayed by the stepsister who stole her hero story, Amelia refuses to die quietly. She asks for a divorce, walks away from the pack and starts a revenge that shakes werewolf royalty. But when she falls into the arms of the Alpha’s dangerous brother, she discovers the mate bond chose the wrong man... and her death sentence may hide a terrifying secret.

She quickly took it off, then saw its color was purple. Amelia now clearly realized. She had somehow gone back to when she was 10, the exact same day when she first met Ian. Adam once specifically described her outfit to her. Did someone use the Moon Goddess’s relic again?! Or was there something wrong with the universe?! Amelia felt panicked at that moment. But she soon calmed herself down. She had grown strong now and she had already known what kind of trash Ian actually was. Even if she was sent back again, she would never let him manipulate her.

She is carefree like a pup and it really balances out Grace’s serious attitude. “Amelia!” I call out, watching her head pop up from her paws as she looks in my direction puzzled. Waving my arm, I disappear into the cave once more knowing she will be coming in shortly. I take this time to check the contents of the metal chest, the lid opening with ease and not making much sound. I hear the soft tap, tap, tap of nails on stone and turn my head towards the entrance just as Amelia walks in, her fur still damp from playing in the water. Turning my focus back to the chest, I rummage inside to find some long baggy shirts and canned food. Smiling triumphantly, I throw a shirt at Amelia, watching her

Axel analyzed, “You make a good point. The painting appears to depict a girl in her teenage years—at least 16. It can’t be something Vivian painted as a child; if she had such skill back then, she should have become a world-class artist by now.” I nodded. “So I’m convinced this painting holds a secret. I even think it’s related to me.” “Then let’s buy it later.” Axel flipped through the catalog. “Is this the only piece you want? How about that Heart of the Ocean necklace? Do you like it?” He glanced at the "Seraph's Tear" necklace around my neck. “Amelia, you’ve taken off Damian’s necklace; you’re about to get a divorce. Why are you still wearing his jewelry?”