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 marched through the corridor and down the stairs. Members of his pack pressed themselves into the wall as he stormed by. Krey had trained with the pack that morning, instead of by himself, for the first time in months. 


Sid was his training buddy and had pushed him hard. Jordan didn't show, and apparently, he hadn't shown up to training for a few weeks. That was yet another reason for Krey to make him step down from his Beta duties. 


Krey might not have trained with his pack, but he was still training on his own, as wolves do on occasion. Jordan was sleeping in because nobody called him out on it without Krey around. 


I wonder what else Jordan has been up to without me watching over him. 


Krey's shoulders were stiff, and his legs were a little sore. Krey was grumpy because he was away from his mate and couldn't find an earlier opportunity to wait outside Crescent Town College. 


CHAPTER 33