The Alpha Games Rise of The Alpha Queen

The Realization

By royal decree of His Majesty King Gideon of the Lycan Dominion,

You, Alpha Alden Emberstone of the Amethyst Moon Pack, are hereby summoned to compete in the Alpha Games — a sacred trial of strength, endurance, loyalty, and leadership.

Twenty-five of the fiercest Alphas from across the kingdoms shall stand before the crown to prove their worth.

The victor shall be anointed King of the Lycans, and the title shall pass immediately upon their triumph.

Attendance is not optional. You are expected at the Royal Citadel of Obsidian Vale in two weeks’ time.

May your fangs be sharp and your loyalty unwavering.

— King Gideon of the Lycan Dominion

The words sink in, heavy and electric.

For a moment, I can’t breathe. The room feels smaller, the air tighter, my hands trembling around the page.

The Alpha Games.

Dad kept this from me?

Anger surges first — hot, sharp, quick. Then pride. Then that quiet, ugly twist of jealousy I can’t quite swallow.

Of course he was invited. Dad — Alpha Alden Emberstone, the fearless, the respected, the perfect leader.

But still… he didn’t tell me.

Willow hums thoughtfully. “Maybe he doesn’t think you’re ready.”

The words sting more than I want to admit.

I run my fingertips over the blue ink at the bottom — King Gideon. The signature gleams faintly, metallic, almost alive. As I trace the letters, a strange warmth sparks beneath my skin, sliding up my arm in soft waves.

It tingles — not painfully, but in a way that makes me shiver.

“Huh,” I breathe. “That’s… weird.”

Willow’s tone shifts, suddenly sharper. “That’s magic.”

Before I can react, the floorboards creak in the hallway. My breath catches.

Dad.

I fold the letter fast, slipping it back into its envelope, pressing the wax seal flat again. My pulse thunders in my throat as I shove it under the top folder on his desk just as the door handle turns.

“Everything alright up here?” Dad’s voice is calm, but it has that edge — the one that always makes me feel like he already knows what I’ve done.

I spin around, forcing an easy smile. “Yeah, just… looking for a pen.”

He studies me for a moment, his gaze lingering a bit too long. The air hums with silence.

Finally, he nods once and closes the door behind him as he leaves.

Only then do I let out a shaky breath, pressing a hand against my racing heart.

Two weeks.

The Alpha Games.

Whatever they are, I can feel it in my bones — this isn’t just about Dad.

Something in that letter was meant for me.