Mated to the Cursed Alpha

Stuck between the devil and the deep blue sea

Alpha Dixon smiled as he heard her response, though it caught him off guard.

Amaia had struck him as the type to stand firm by her words, especially given her obvious disdain for him.

‘So why did she change her mind?’ The curiosity gnawed at him, and despite his intention to keep it to himself, he couldn’t resist. “But you flat-out rejected me, Little One. If I recall, your exact words were something like, ‘over my dead body will I ever be yours.’”

Amaia blinked, the memory of the ‘deal’ coming back to her like a bucket of cold water.

“Oh, goddess, thanks for reminding me—I’m still not on board with this,” she muttered, frowning as she paced toward her bed and sat down.

She sighed deeply, shaking her head as though trying to clear her thoughts. “Now I’ve got to think things through. I’m stuck wondering if I’m just walking into a lion’s den.”

Alpha Dixon chuckled softly, clearly amused by her conflicted nature.

Leaning casually against his desk, he said, “I can’t offer you any guarantees, Amaia. Life’s a trade-off—you give something to get something. Isn’t that the way of the world?”

“And why can’t you be the exception, Alpha?“ Amaia asked, her tone both frustrated and vulnerable. “You were the one who made me realize how much I need to go to the academy, and I want that more than anything… but what do you mean by ‘I will become yours’? I don’t want that. Not at all.”

The amused expression on Alpha Dixon’s face faltered. ‘This girl... she's quite wild and daring. She really doesn't care that I'm an alpha, does she?’

He felt like his pride was hurt.

His irritation began to show. “You know, Amaia, most people would jump at the chance to be in your shoes. If If they had even a sliver of this opportunity, I wouldn’t think twice. But here you are, the only one with the chance, and yet you keep turning me down… Bold move. Do you think just because I’ve been nice—”

“Please don’t start with the threats, Alpha,” she cut him off, sighing heavily. “I’m really not in the mood for that right now.”

Alpha Dixon raised his eyebrow at her words. ‘Did she just shut me up?’ He couldn’t believe it. ‘Do I really have to put up with this girl?’

“Seems like you’re not quite ready to accept my offer, Ms. Linson…” His voice grew colder, prepared to end the conversation.

“Wait!” Amaia blurted, sensing he was about to hang up. “Take a breath, okay? Can’t you hear from my voice that I’m down in the dumps? Not that you’d care… we’ve only known each other for, what, a day? But today’s been one of those days where everything feels like it’s dragging me through the mud…”

Alpha Dixon, despite himself, found he had no choice but to listen. She was venting, and somehow, he was her audience.

Amaia hesitated, suddenly aware she had been spilling her guts to him as if he were a close friend. But then, she never had anyone to call or confide in.

She cleared her throat awkwardly. “Look, I need to go to the academy, Alpha. But my dad? He’s shutting that door on me.”

The Alpha was curious.

“And why is that?” he asked.

Amaia shook her head. “I haven’t got the faintest clue. I have no idea what my family is thinking or what they want to do with me. I don't know why my sister gets to go, but me? I’m always left behind. Left alone. I'm just… I'm fed up with being weak and defenseless. I’m tired of everyone treating me like I’m less than. I'm tired of being different. I want to be like everyone else, strong and capable. The academy is the only way I see out of this—out of this hole I’ve been stuck in. I’m done sitting on the sidelines.”

Alpha Dixon nodded thoughtfully. “Going to the academy shouldn’t be a tough nut to crack… normally. But in your case, it seems like there’s more to it. Lucky for me, that plays right into my hands.”

Amaia narrowed her eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“If this little hurdle wasn’t in your way, I’d probably have to come up with some other way to make you mine. It’s clear you were always going to be a challenge,” he added, and she could already picture the smug grin plastered on his face.

‘What a selfish, twisted devil,’ she thought bitterly, biting down her frustration.

Grinding her teeth, she asked, “Your deal… I want to know the full extent of it.”

“Why don’t we meet up, then?” he suggested, sounding all too pleased with himself.

“Do you think I want to see you? I don’t!” she snapped.

“Well, you’ll have to. The deal means you’ll be seeing me regularly, so like it or not, you’re stuck with me,” he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Amaia let out a heavy sigh, feeling cornered. ‘I’m between the devil and the deep blue sea. What am I gonna do?’

“You’re not planning to hurt me, are you?” she questioned him.

“I won’t—unless you make things difficult,” he replied smoothly.

“And what exactly do you want from me?”

His patience was clearly wearing thin, but he kept his composure. “Come to my mansion, and I’ll spell it all out for you. If you’re game for the deal, I’ll make sure nothing stands between you and whatever your heart desires.”