Mated to the Cursed Alpha

“There he is. The man I've come here to see.” Amaia from the Redmoon Pack in the Stellar Continent, had disguised herself to infiltrate an event exclusive to the pack’s elites. Her family wasn't part of the elites since they were mostly employees working their ass off day and night to make ends meet. The event was brimming with company owners, alpha leaders, and their families, especially the one person she had come to see. Dixon Locke. He's the Alpha of the Redmoon Pack, but there was something off about him that has piqued many interest. His apparent disdain for women was a hot topic. Rumors circulated that any girl who managed to meet him ended up missing, never to be found again. People called him many names, the devil being a favorite. He hardly talked, he was always giving off an angry vibe, and he was ruthless to anyone who broke the rules of the pack. That's to say, he's unforgiving. Amaia should be terrified. She doesn't give a damn about the Alpha. She's way out of his league and wouldn't want herself involved with people like him, or get in trouble. Yet, she had no choice. It was a bet. A bet that hinged on her sister’s life. [Oh, that girl will be the death of me.] Amaia couldn’t help but wonder if the Alpha was allergic to women, given the men who always surrounded him, even as maids. At the moment, guards in suits surrounded the Alpha, ensuring no woman made their way to meet him. Which was why Amaia was disguised as a man. She wasn’t invited to the event, but she always had a plan. With a tray holding a glass of wine, a face cap hiding her features, and a stern expression, she approached the Alpha, who was deep in conversation with another man who seemed well-off. As an ordinary person, Amaia didn't know the identities of the Elites, or rather she didn't care. She never bothered to keep up with the news. As she neared, the guards formed a barrier in front of her. One of them said, “You can give it to us, and we’ll pass it on to him.” Another added, “That’s if he wants it,” before turning to the Alpha. “Would you like a drink, Alpha?” The Alpha glanced at the tray in Amaia’s hands, then shook his head and resumed his discussion. Amaia gritted her teeth. What should I do next? Damn it! She cleared her throat to deepen her voice and asked, “Are you sure you don’t want one, Alpha? This is specifically for you.” “Get out of here, little boy!” one of the guards snapped. Amaia glared at him. “Don’t tell me to leave, you guard! I’m just doing my job. Imagine the commission I’d get for serving a drink to the Alpha!” She scoffed and continued, “Besides, I’m a boy. There’s no need to be so guarded over someone as small as me. It’s just a drink.” The Alpha's attention shifted to the boy. Why is he so insistent on giving me this drink? Curious, he stepped away from the table, and the guards allowed him a bit of space. His silver-eyed gaze bore down on the boy, piercing and intense. “Are you trying to poison me?” Amaia gulped at the accusation, especially hearing his deep voice. She quickly shook her head. No, Maia, stay focused! You just need to strike up a conversation with the Alpha and make him touch you to prove to those brats that it’s just a rumor about him being allergic to a woman’s touch. But what if he is? Would he die? “I asked you a question,” the Alpha repeated, his voice even deeper. Amaia blinked and replied, “Poison? Where did you get that idea, Alpha? This is just a drink to serve you...” She lifted the glass towards him. “Here...Ehhh!” Her eyes widened in shock as she stumbled, spilling the drink on his suit in the process. She expected him to catch her. Why isn't he catching me?! Oh no, he stepped back! Ahhh! She gasped, landing face-first on the floor. “Ow.” She frowned, feeling pain all over, and looked up to see him staring down at her nonchalantly. What a gentleman! Her plan had been to slip and fall, expecting him to catch her, but he stepped back. He’s truly as cold as they say. Evil incarnate! But she wasn’t done yet. She groaned as she tried to get up. “Argh, my waist...” The Alpha’s eyes widened as the boy touched his clothes. Spilling a drink on his suit wasn't enough—he dared to touch him? He’s lucky he's just a boy. One of the guards looked at the Alpha worriedly. “Alpha, your clothes are ruined because of that boy! Should we deal with him?” The Alpha moved back further as the boy seemed to use his body to stand up. “Take him to the dungeon! There's something off about him!” The moment Amaia heard that, her eyes widened in shock and she stood up. “I’m sorry, Alpha. I made a mistake! I slipped and fell, and the drink ruined your suit. Please, don't take me to the dungeon.” Knowing the Alpha never went back on his word, two guards immediately grabbed Amaia’s arms. Oh no! I'm in deep trouble! I'm in deep, deep trouble! I didn't think this through! This wasn’t smart! He’s going to kill me?! Why?! Because I spilled a drink on his suit… wait, it must have been expensive! Even more expensive than my parent’s salary in a year. Now, I’m doomed. The Alpha tilted his head, his gaze narrowing as he noticed something others hadn’t. Why does the boy suddenly sound like a girl? He took a step toward her. “Alpha…” a guard called out worriedly. He ignored them. Amaia felt like an ant under his gaze and shrank, her heart pounding in her chest. He could sense her fear, see her attitude, and feel something was amiss. “Look at me,” he ordered. Without a choice, Amaia looked up at him. “I-I’m sorry, okay? It was a mistake. I didn’t mean to. You know, I’ll owe you. Um, you can give me the jacket or the clothes, and I could dry clean it for you. Just don’t send me to the dungeon. Please.” She tried to give him a puppy-eyed look. Then it dawned on the Alpha. She had no Adam’s apple when she spoke, and her physique, even her voice, was unusual. He stretched out his hand…slowly. He was unsure. He placed his hand on her shoulder and let it rest there for a moment. People were watching, their curiosity piqued. They wondered what was wrong with the Alpha. They knew the boy was as good as dead though. He spilled a drink on the Alpha. What audacity! The Alpha blinked, looking at his hands, then back at the boy. Amaia realized that nothing was happening! Stupid rumors! But well, the other rumors were true—the Alpha was not to be trifled with, and she had fallen right into his trap. Exhaling deeply, the Alpha looked at the guards. “She’s coming home with me. Don’t let her out of your sight. Take her away.” Amaia’s eyes widened as she heard that. She? Her? He knows! Oh no, I’m so doomed!