The Alpha Games Rise of The Alpha Queen

The King who cannot rest

The ink had barely dried when Gideon felt it—

a spark, faint at first, then blazing like fire beneath his skin.

He froze, pen still in hand. The tip hovered over the parchment, a single drop of blue ink trembling before it fell. His breath caught. That pulse—warm, electric, alive—traveled from his fingers up his arm and straight into his chest.

For centuries, he’d chased shadows of her. Dreams. Whispers. False hopes. Every oracle, every scent on the wind had turned to ash in his grasp.

But this… this was different.

The bond sang through the mark he’d left at the bottom of the invitation, his own signature carrying his magic across the distance. The moment his power met hers, something inside him snapped awake.

His mate.

After hundreds of years.

Gideon rose so quickly the chair behind him toppled. The candle flames along the wall guttered as his power surged, his heartbeat echoing through the vast chamber.

“She’s alive,” he whispered. His voice was raw, almost feral. “She’s out there.”

He pressed a trembling hand to his chest, feeling the steady thrum of her energy, faint but persistent, calling and retreating like waves.

But where?

He could feel her—feel her—through the link that shouldn’t exist, through ink and wax and distance. The pull had his pulse quickening, his control slipping.

He hadn’t felt this alive—or this terrified—in centuries.

“Find her,” he growled under his breath. “Find her now.”

But who? The letters had gone to twenty-five Alphas. Twenty-five packs. Hundreds of wolves in each one. His mark had reached someone, but he couldn’t tell who had touched it, only that she had.

The uncertainty clawed at him until the need became unbearable.

He strode from the chamber, boots echoing through the marble corridors. Guards stiffened as he passed; servants pressed themselves to the walls to avoid the storm that followed him.

“Summon Dr. Walters,” he barked. “Now.”

Within minutes, the pack physician entered, bowing low. His hair was silver at the temples, his expression cautious. “You called for me, Your Majesty?”

Gideon paced the length of the throne room, muscles tight, magic leaking from his skin like heat. “Something’s happened,” he said, voice low but trembling with power. “Through the bond mark.”

“The Alpha Games summons?”

“Yes. I felt—” Gideon hesitated, dragging a hand through his hair. “—a presence. A pulse that answered mine. It was her, Arthur. My mate.”

The doctor’s eyes widened slightly. “After all this time…”

“I know what I felt,” Gideon snapped, then forced himself to breathe. “I need to find her. The magic was faint—almost… accidental. But real.”

Arthur nodded slowly, thoughtful. “If she felt the bond through your signature, then she must carry strong magic of her own. The connection may grow… or vanish, depending on whether she accepts it.”

Gideon turned sharply. “She doesn’t even know who I am.”

“Then the bond will haunt you both until one of you breaks it—or fulfills it.”

Gideon’s hands clenched into fists. “I’ve waited too long to lose her again.”

He looked down at the empty parchment on his desk, the faint shimmer of his magic still lingering where his name had burned through the wax. His heartbeat echoed in his ears, fast and uneven.

“She’s close,” he whispered. “I can feel her every time I close my eyes. I just… can’t see her.”

The doctor hesitated, then said softly, “Perhaps, sire, it is not you who must find her. Perhaps the bond will draw her to you.”

Gideon’s jaw tightened. “If the bond is real, she’s already in danger. I won’t sit and wait.”

He turned toward the towering windows, the moon hanging heavy and bright over the kingdom. Its light painted his features in silver, his eyes glowing faintly with the power of a king—and a mate finally awakened.

“Send word to every pack physician attending the Games,” he ordered. “Discreetly. I want to know the instant anyone reports a strange magical surge. A vision. A mark. Anything.”

Arthur bowed. “Yes, Your Majesty.”

When the door shut behind him, Gideon let out a long, shaking breath. He pressed his palm flat against the cool glass, staring out over the endless dark forest.

She’s out there.

Somewhere beneath that same moon, she was breathing, living, unaware that she had just set his entire world on fire.

And until he found her, he knew he would not sleep.