Luna_Primrose

***Book 1 Completed***

It is not always the prince who sweeps a maiden off her feet. Sometimes the person who is thought to be a villain is actually the true hero of the story.

Hence, only a keen eye can see beyond the rough edges. 

“DANGER!”

That's one of the things that can be associated with him.

However, how can one revered as dangerous be at the same time the one that can make her heart beat down her throat and caused her breath to hitch?

How might she avoid him when each time he gravitates toward her, she finds herself unfit to move? 

Entrapped.

Dazed.

Bathe with palpable tension no one could rupture.

Was it just fear? Or on the other hand, was it something entirely different? A blossoming passion, perhaps? A forbidden love that would send both their worlds reeling upside down.

Many have tried to escape the claws of fate, yet close to none have succeeded. 

Vereena Braxton, daughter of an Admiral from House MacGhille. An epitome of flawlessness she had to uphold and a scandal to avoid. Everything is perfect as her destiny had already been planned out as she ought to marry the crowned prince.

That is, until one night, pirates came along their harbor and caused mayhem across their city. Where she finds herself in the clutches and at the mercy of a vicious pirate, stowed her away from the life she once knew.

But with the time they spent, Vereena has come to ask herself. Has he really taken her as a captive, or has he set her free from the rigid society she lived in?

WSA Theme: Historical

The Admiral’s Daughter and the Pirate King

I had to bite my inner cheeks to suppress a smile. I don't know why, but I ought to be angry that he had to bring up the discussion of how he had taken away from the comfort of my own home. That he had deliberately taken me up as his prisoner. Robbed me of everything from my life, yet somehow, all it made me feel was a swarm of butterflies and other winged creatures flitting around my stomach.

"You chose me over the mark," I say, setting down the amulet on the table.

Callum grasps my hands, thumb zeroing over the back of my palm. The rough texture grazing my skin, tempting me to close my eyes and moan at the sensation skittering through my veins.

"I badly wanted you to be safe first," he replied softly. "I was thinking of coming back to the island alone once I get you to safety if you hadn't taken the amulet."

Chapter 75: On top of the table