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

Krey didn't dare open his eyes. The transformation sped up. His clothes exchanged with fur, his muscles tore and stretched and reshaped, his hands and feet turned to paws with huge claws, and his face distorted until he had a snout, sharp teeth, and floppy ears, one brown and one black. 


He inhaled deeply, waiting for the pain to subside. 


Francis didn't say a word. Judging by her wide-eyed expression, Pip had seen the whole transformation. 


Pip stood a few metres away. He had dropped Krey's phone in the snow. 


Krey's red eyes trailed up Pip's tense body, and to his face. Krey's heart shattered. Pip looked horrified. His mouth hung open, and his eyes were wide and unblinking. 


Krey could hear Pip's heart smashing in his chest. 


Say something, Francis. Say something. 


No other sound travelled with the wind, apart from Pip's feet in the snow as he edged back a single step. 


CHAPTER 28