A merciless Alpha, notorious for hunting the mates of his enemies, uses loneliness to his advantage until his mate arrives, starting England's biggest wolf hunt.

Krey Graymer is heartless and feared by many. As the new Alpha of the most powerful pack in the country, Krey rules the only way he knows how; on anger, grief, and dominance.

Krey has used his lonely soul as a weapon for many years. Nobody could kill him, and nobody could target his mate because he didn't have one, until little Pippor Monty stumbles into his life.

ALPHA CRATE

They had hugged for a while. Pip wasn't sure how long, but when he opened his eyes, the snow had deepened around them. Without lifting his head from Krey's shoulder, he looked around. The cold seeped through his layers, though Krey was still hot. Pip felt his body heat through his jacket. 


"I-I thought you said you weren't a hugger," Pip said in his usual quiet voice. Krey was somehow always able to hear him. 


"I'm not," Krey mumbled with his chin resting on the top of Pip's head. "Not usually." 


Pip smiled. He felt special, even if he still couldn't fathom why Krey would find him interesting. 


Krey still looked more content than Pip had ever seen him. "So, um, d-do you have like- a curfew for the institute?" 


Krey discretely sniffed the air. He could only detect Francis's scent nearby, nobody else. "Not really," he said with a shrug. "I'm in charge. I make the rules." 


CHAPTER 25