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

A high-pitched noise rang loud in Pip's ears. "With the same person?" he asked, being the one to stare intensely into Krey's dark eyes, though Krey didn't shy away, and stared back just as firmly. 


Pip's thoughts exploded, making a mess in his head. "Why me?" 


"Not a conscious choice," Krey admitted, "but the right choice." 


Pip's mouth hung open. His eyes glazed over for a moment as he digested the information. "How did you know it was me?" 


"I dreamt about you." Pip frowned, and Krey warmed to the core. "I think the night you broke into the institute started everything." 


Pip thoughtfully ran the tips of his fingers across his bottom lip and uncrossed his legs. "How does it all work? N-not just the mate thing, but the wolf thing. Is it magic?" 


Krey shrugged. "The wolf isn't physical until I've shifted forms. Right now, my wolf is just a feeling, I guess." 


CHAPTER 32