Mated to the Cursed Alpha

A deal with the devil

The next morning, Amaia woke up in her own room at the Alpha’s mansion. Sitting up, she stretched, a contented smile tugging at her lips.

‘Wow. Who would’ve thought meeting the Alpha would turn out like this? I got out of that house, I have this massive room to myself, and anything I ask for is at my fingertips. Maybe Veera trying to get rid of me was a blessing in disguise after all.’

She chuckled softly at the thought before getting out of bed to freshen up. But as she finished, she was reminded of the one problem she hadn’t yet solved—her clothes. She was still stuck with the same gown she’d been wearing the day before, and the thought soured her mood.

As she opened her door, she found a guard standing outside, clearly waiting for her.

“The Alpha has requested your presence,” the guard said respectfully.

Amaia nodded and followed without hesitation. They didn’t have to go far—just down the same hallway, past the Alpha’s bedroom—until the guard opened a door for her.

Feeling a little awkward, Amaia stepped inside and found herself in what could only be described as a… grand office. ‘Is there anything in this house that isn’t huge?’

He was sitting behind his mahogany desk, and glanced up from his computer when she entered.

“Come sit beside me,” he told her. There was a chair beside him.

Amaia shrugged, showing no sign of fear, and made her way to the desk. As she sat down, her eyes landed on the heading on his screen. “An Exclusive Beneficiary Agreement?” she read aloud.

He nodded while looking at her. “Exactly. Thought the title fit well, doesn't it? I’ll be the Sponsor, and you’ll be the Beneficiary. After all, it seems like you’ll be needing quite a lot from me, beyond just getting into the academy.”

She met his gaze, nodding with an air of indifference. “Alright, that’s fine. It doesn’t matter.”

He smiled, turning his attention back to the keyboard. As he typed out the details, he paused at the first clause: Purpose of the Agreement.

Then he looked at her, and asked, “So, aside from getting into the academy, what exactly do you want?”

“Everything,” she replied candidly. “Everything money can buy. For starters, I need clothes. I don’t have any right now.”

He stared at her in amusement, and nodded. “I guess I should consider myself lucky to have what you need…” then he resumed typing.

1.1. The purpose of this Agreement is to establish the conditions under which the Sponsor will provide full financial, material, and personal support to the Beneficiary in exchange for an exclusive, personal relationship with the Sponsor.

“Personal relationship?” Amaia inquired, her curiosity piqued. “How personal are we talking, Alpha?”

“Don’t worry,” he reassured her. “You’re still too young, and I have no intention of taking advantage of you. We’ll take things slow, but I do expect you to be mine. I shouldn’t see you with any other man but me.”

Amaia blinked as she thought about it. ‘This shouldn’t be a problem. The Alpha is wealthy and powerful, the leader of our pack, and the strongest man on the continent. I should consider myself fortunate that he wants something from me. What more could I ask for than a man who can give me everything I desire? A man who can protect me. If he’s not going to take advantage of me, then this arrangement will definitely work in my favor.’

She smiled and looked at him. “You’re actually the only man who has ever shown interest in me. I don't think there will be a problem. You have nothing to worry about, as long as you respect my boundaries.”

He shrugged. “For now. Like I said, you’re still quite young for that.”

“I mean, I’m not that young, though…”

“You have a long way to go. There’s so much for you to learn, and I want to give you the opportunity to grow—so long as I know you’ll ultimately be mine.”

He then began typing out their respective obligations.

“Now, if you fail to meet the one condition I have, well, you won’t like the consequences,” he said, fixing Amaia with a serious stare. “Any man who gets too close to you, I’ll kill them.”

Amaia’s eyes widened at his words.

“It’s that simple, so be cautious—I am a jealous man,” he continued.

Amaia cleared her throat and nodded, feeling a chill run down her spine.

In that moment, she recalled why the Alpha was often referred to as the Devil.

‘Wait, am I literally making a deal with the devil?’