Xavier Sinclair is five hundred years old. He has seen empires come and go, seen everybody he has known live and die. He is the werewolf king. Immortal. Indestructible. Powerful. His empire remains a strong one, unchallenged. There is one thing he is missing…. A mate. Over the years he has lost hope that he will find his. He believes this is fates cruel joke. He will have more riches then he could possibly need, more power than any one man should… but he would bare it alone for all of eternity. Years of watching his friends and family find their mates and happiness has driven him mad, desperate. He sleeps around for necessity, to kill the longing momentarily, but it never works. He is a cold, bitter ruler but a good one. He searched far and wide for centuries but it is futile, he is destined to be alone and miserable.