Zaika The Packless Alpha

Prologue I am Zaika Baranov, the adopted son of Ivan Baranov, a royal Dire wolf and Earl of King Vossler. Ivan is a brutish Russian man with a very strict disposition that had presented itself once he realized that I carried a natural-born Alpha. My wolf is named Einar and is unique as it is an Epicyon. An Epicyon is a supposedly extinct wolf species and much larger than the mere Dire wolf Ivan possessed. I also carried hellfire which was blue electrical energy that flowed around my body with only a thought. Presumably inherited from my real parents, I've never known the full meaning of its use. I was found orphaned in the forest of Ivan's lands and don't remember my parents at all. Needless to say, Ivan raised me and his daughter Sasha with a stern paw. We both have welt scars to prove his firm discipline from whippings. Still, at the young age of 20, I remained with my adopted family. Not because I wished to but because I was in love with my adopted sister Sasha. She was the most be

Sasha's povLeaving my brother Zaika's bedroom my heart was pounding in my chest. I was fearful he would inquire about my injury again. I'd been lucky that he hadn't caught my lie the first time he asked. Prince Gallum had intercepted me in the hall and he had also tried forcing himself on me. When I fought back he punched me and left me unconscious on the hallway floor. When I woke up, my blouse had been torn exposing my small breasts. Shivering at the memory I went down the servant stairs to avoid the prick. Entering the kitchen I went straight to Hazel, the head of the kitchen staff to ask what I could help with. Our father thought we should help with household duties to gain character and an understanding of all the work that was involved. It had been exciting in my youth but as I grew older it became more tedious to both Zaika and I. "You should go to your room and clean up, dear. Your father told us you would be entertaining his majesty this evening. You better get some makeup

Sasha's povSeeing all the males in the audience didn't interest me. Only one of them made my heart stir and that was my bunny. As I danced I did my best to give Zaika an exquisite performance."He has seen you dance many times. This will be no different than the several times before," Aspen, my wolf snorted in my mind. I missed a step and gritted my teeth over her comment."Are you purposefully trying to ruin my routine?" I inquired bluntly with a rash thought."Just want that asshole Gallum's blatant interest off your ass," she snarled bitterly, causing me to glance toward the prince. I swallowed uncomfortably seeing his eyes glowing slightly at my person. Moving my attention to Zaika I curled my lip in his direction."How will I know who my mate is, Aspen? Tell me since my mother cannot." I asked my wolf subconsciously. Whining in my head she huffed, "It doesn't matter, dear. You hold a royal Dire Wolf and will be wed to a proper equal." Creasing my brow as I twirled, I felt my hea

Zaika's povAfter plucking all the torn fabric out of the claw gashes on his legs I frowned at how damaged his legs were. I told Gallum he needed to get washed up so they didn't get infected. I saw that Sasha was wringing her hands nervously with our father and Boris in my sitting room."I'm certain your dad will come once my father contacts him," I stated firmly to Gallum, placing him into the tub. Narrowing his eyes at me, Gallum exhaled deeply."My father will not care and probably hopes that I am knocking on death's door. You know that he hates me and feels I am unworthy to take over his pack and kingdom," he asserted. Starting the water I rinsed his legs with the removable shower head to rinse the blood and dirt from his skin. Using a washcloth and bar of soap, I scrubbed the areas and apologized if it hurt."Your father is a bit cross but you are his son in appearance and attitude. You both are alike in many ways," I responded as I started up his stomach."Give me the wash rag.

Zaika's povThe air was getting colder the further north our group went. I let my hellfire spark across my bare chest for warmth and Bryce side-eyed me."Are you related to Zurac Volkov?" He questioned curiously. I lifted my palm and the blue energy."I don't believe so. I have no memory of my biological parents or family relatives, sir, "I said firmly and squeezed the hellfire ball in my hand, extinguishing it in my fist. Bryce shook his head and added, "Zurac had an actual fire, not that blue stuff. His daughter Raven had the blue though. Anyway, please just call me Bryce." He gave me a lopsided grin and I nodded. My ears perked up hearing crunching in the distance."It's the reindeer herders or nomads. They leave us alone and we do the same for them." Glancing out across the vast tundra under the morning sun I could make out antlers on the horizon. My thoughts went to Sasha, thinking that she would find the sight stunning."How do you know if one is your mate?" I asked Bryce abrupt