Novels by Sam Shelby

Natasha's eyes froze on the gaze of the letter; her hands shook, her head spinning in all directions. She thought she was over him, over it all, but apparently, she was wrong. The mere letters of his name sent shivers through her veins."So, are you going to open the letter or what?" her grandfather asked."Excuse me," she replied, rising to her feet and running up the stairs."I was right, I knew it was William Brat. Just till I get my hands on him, I will make him regret the day he was coroneted as Alpha.""Don’t you dare!!" she yelled back, hopping up the stairs.As soon as Natasha got into her room, she slammed the door so hard, bolted it behind her, threw the enveloped letter across her bed, and began pacing her room. Her thoughts ruminated over everything, everywhere, all at once.It is true Natasha had spent the last couple of days crying over a man that wasn't even her mate. But that was in the day. At night, she would sneak out with Lisa and a few other members of the House o

As Natasha slowly opened her eyes, the bright sunlight streamed through the window, causing a stabbing sensation in her head. Trying to gather her thoughts, she felt a throbbing headache that sent waves of pain pulsating through her forehead.Struggling to sit up, Natasha scanned the room and recognized that she was in her room. For some reason, she thought she would be at the Sinclair Mansion. For the past couple of weeks, Natasha locked herself in her room, crying day and night, asking herself the same question over and over again: ‘why does it hurt so much?’But today she felt better, she felt like she was almost ready to move on, but deep down she knew she was very far from it. At least she was ready to leave the room.Slowly, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and planted her feet on the floor. The room spun for a moment as she tried to regain her balance. Lying down on the bed, doing nothing but eating, thinking, and sobbing would have done a number on her. With a deep

William burst the door open sprinted down the stairs, and shifted to his wolf form mid-away in the air. He headed straight to the Sinclair Mansion. The look on her face, haunted him as he rode on. He had to explain it to her, even if it meant telling her everything, she deserved to know.….Natasha arrived home, tears staining her cheeks. Entering the living room, she found her grandfather and the last person she wanted to see: Sir Fredrick.“Natasha!” Algernon exclaimed. “Give me a nameNatasha remained silent and said nothing, even though William had hurt her, he didn’t deserve to die, and that was definitely what was going to happen if Algernon knew she cried because of him… her grandfather was ruthless like that when it came to her.Her gaze roamed across the room until they landed on Fredrick. Instantly she felt a rush of emotion she couldn’t best describe. Was humiliated by the fact that he was right, or was she upset by the fact he was? They might seem the same, but they weren’

Natasha slowly blinked open her eyes, greeted by the piercing sunlight flooding through the window. It felt like tiny daggers attacking her head. As she tried to gather her thoughts, a throbbing headache sent waves of pain pulsing through her forehead. Fragments of the previous night flashed through her mind in a chaotic slideshow. Laughter, music, clinking glasses – a whirlwind of unfamiliar faces and blurry images from a crowded ball. It all came back to her. After their time in Hayden's Garden, Natasha and William returned to the closing ball. Most of the dignitaries had left, and just as they were about to depart, another alpha invited them to an "After-Party." It turned out to be a wild event, filled with drinks and dancing. Despite William's initial reluctance, Natasha convinced him to join in, urging them both to seize the moment. They partied carefree, unaware of the consequences that awaited them. Would she have made the same choice, knowing what would happen? Definitely. "W

After a wild night, Natasha had taken one too much liquor than she could handle, and she was passed out drunk. William then carried her to the Twilight Pack Mansion. He took her to his room and placed her on his bed. William couldn’t deny how aroused he was, looking at her body lying on his bed, he suddenly had a fraction of understanding of what was going through Alpha Jerome’s head when he tried to rape her, but he was no monster, he wouldn’t dare to commit such unspeakable action. Instead, he sat across the room, watching over her, admiring her raw and untainted beauty. He too was exhausted, and soon fell into a deep slumber. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. William woke up. He looked out through the window, the day was bright. “Come back later!!” he commanded. “That half-breed bitch is in there with you ins t she!!” The voice of the speaker, jolted him fully awake. It was Alice. The knock repeated again. William sprinted to the door, to prevent her from waking still

Natasha and William quickly separated, shifting their focus to the person who interrupted their kiss. It was an elderly stranger. While Natasha saw him merely as an old man, William recognized him instantly. He stood at a distance, illuminated by the ballroom's dim light. It was the only Lycan who commanded more respect than Natasha's grandfather, Lord Leonidas, Head of the Alpha Council, The Grand Alpha. William's voice wavered as he tried to regain composure. "Lord Leonidas, what brings you here at such an inconvenient moment?" he said, coyly, with a slight bow of his head. "Save the pleasantries and tell me this instant, where is my daughter?" Lord Leonidas demanded. "My lord, Lisa is anywhere but here," William replied, still flustered. "I can see that for myself. What I want to know is why you failed to attend the ball with her, as we had arranged," he said, approaching until he was at arm's length. "I wouldn't say 'failed,' my lord," William replied, composed. "You see, your