My Alpha Girlboss

Lydia returned to the office just as the sun was setting, casting a crimson glow through the building’s large glass windows. Everything was bathed in a dim golden light. The floor was quiet as she exited the elevator; the team had already gone home for the day. She wanted to be proactive and write up a few notes on the conference while the experience was still fresh in her mind. As she began to walk toward her desk, her gaze habitually drifted toward Victoria’s office. The light inside was still on.

She stopped, curiosity piqued. It wasn’t unusual for the boss to work late, but knowing that her idol was burning the midnight oil even after the employees had left made Lydia feel a surge of pride in her taste in women. She hesitated for a moment, then crept toward the office door, attempting to peek through the blinds on the glass side windows to catch a glimpse of what the Empress was working on.

“Come in if you’re so interested,” called a cool, clear voice from inside the door.

Lydia inwardly grimaced. Damn that alpha hearing. What an unfair advantage.

She straightened and fidgeted for a moment, smoothing the lay of her blouse and tucking her blazer neatly over her arm before opening the door and stepping inside with what she hoped looked like confidence.

“Ms. Wu,” Lydia said, “I didn’t expect you to still be here.”

Victoria sat behind her desk, papers spread out before her. Her hair was pulled up into a high ponytail—the first time Lydia had seen her wear it that way—and the wide neckline of her indigo blouse revealed a hint of collarbone at the base of her long, elegant neck. The dark color palette perfectly complemented her fair skin. The effortlessly seductive alpha didn’t even bother to look up from her documents, casually flipping through a contract, marking items with a highlighter, and adding a Post-it to the edge of a page.

“These user agreement updates won’t review themselves,” she said absently, a hint of fatigue brushing her voice.

Lydia wasn’t sure how to respond. Seconds passed, and the silence between them began to stretch awkwardly. Not wanting to disturb Victoria just to satisfy her own curiosity, Lydia was about to excuse herself when the CEO straightened the stack of papers in front of her and set them aside.

Victoria yawned and stretched her arms over her head, the motion slow and deliberate, like a sleek black cat waking from a nap. Lydia watched, mesmerized, as Victoria’s shirt lifted just enough to reveal a sliver of skin above her waist. When Victoria finished, she fixed Lydia with a piercing gaze, as though she had just spotted prey.

“Did you want something?”

Lydia took a few nervous steps forward, standing in front of Victoria’s imposing desk. “I—I just came back to do a write-up on some of the presentations I saw today. There were some interesting strategies for supporting users with unreliable network connectivity. I think we could improve user retention in rural areas if we consider incorporating them.”

“Rural markets are not a significant portion of our user base,” Victoria said smoothly. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table and lacing her long fingers together. Her unwavering gaze took in every aspect of Lydia’s nervous demeanor—the way her short, dark brown hair slipped from behind her ear as she spoke, and how her left cheek dimpled slightly when she offered a small, apologetic smile.

“No,” Lydia admitted, “they’re not yet, but they could be in the future.”

Victoria continued to watch her in silence, the vermilion sunset painting the office in warm, fading light. Behind her desk, Victoria looked every bit the empress upon her throne.

“Good. I look forward to reading your suggestions.”

The simple praise sent a thrill through Lydia. There was something about the way Victoria focused on her—something that made Lydia’s heart race. The enigmatic alpha was impossible to read, but Lydia hoped this meant they were growing a little closer. That maybe she was slowly proving her value at Cloud Empire.

Reminded of the last time she stood in this office, Lydia recalled the moment when Victoria silenced Zhao Wen with just a word. A chill ran down her spine at the memory.

“There’s something else?” Victoria’s voice broke through Lydia’s thoughts, the alpha tilting her head in a way that sent her silky ponytail sweeping across her back.

Lydia hesitated, unsure if it was proper to ask her boss such a question, but her curiosity got the better of her. “Ms. Wu,” she began cautiously, “I’ve been thinking... about what happened with Zhao Wen.”

Victoria raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? What about it?”

“I’ve heard the Alpha Voice can be used to control betas and omegas,” Lydia continued, feeling a bit foolish, “but I didn’t know it worked on other alphas.”

Victoria leaned back in her chair, a small frown upon her lips as though she found the question immensely boring. “People call it the ‘Alpha Voice,’ but it has very little to do with being an alpha. It’s about willpower. The stronger will wins.”

Lydia considered this but wasn’t sure she fully understood. She frowned slightly, nodding as she tucked her hair behind her ear again. “So, if the listener has a weaker will, they have to obey? Always?”

Victoria studied her assistant, considering her options. Whatever Lydia had expected her to say next, it was not this:

“Would you like to find out?”

Lydia’s breath caught in her throat. Did she? A million reasons why this was a bad idea raced through her mind, but curiosity and a strange thrill surged stronger than common sense.

After a long moment, Lydia nodded.

Victoria rose smoothly from her chair and came around the desk to stand in front of her. She leaned back against the desk casually, dark eyes sweeping over Lydia as if assessing a puzzle.

Lydia’s heart pounded as Victoria approached. The alpha was so close, the warmth of her body seemed to radiate across the inches separating them. Lydia could smell the faint hint of perfume—something subtle, yet intoxicating. She felt vulnerable under Victoria’s intense gaze and shifted awkwardly, fidgeting with her blazer.

Victoria gently took the blazer from her hands and draped it over the arm of a nearby chair.

“Look at me,” She commanded softly.

Lydia’s gaze reluctantly met Victoria’s. If this was the Alpha Voice, it wasn’t so impressive, Lydia thought—until the moment their eyes met.

The knowing smile on Victoria’s lips was both thrilling and terrifying. She leaned in close, so close Lydia could feel her breath warm against her neck, her lips almost brushing Lydia’s ear.

“Kneel,” Victoria whispered.

The word lasted for an eternity. It echoed inside Lydia, bypassing her rational thoughts and striking something deep within her that resonated like a bell. Her legs suddenly felt weak, as if she had just run a marathon, and before the syllable had fully escaped Victoria’s crimson lips, Lydia found herself sinking smoothly to one knee.

Victoria chuckled softly before stepping back and returning to her seat behind the desk. She tidied a few papers without really paying attention to them, a certain smugness—not quite a smirk—lingering about her lips.

Lydia stood slowly, her legs shaky, heart racing. She had never felt anything like that before. It was terrifying to lose control of her own body, and yet...

“Well, if that’s all,” Victoria said, as though nothing extraordinary had just occurred. “You should go home. It’s getting late. You can work on that report tomorrow.”

“Oh, yes,” Lydia mumbled, turning toward the door, praying her knees wouldn’t give out.

“Ms. White.”

Lydia froze. “Yes?”

“Your jacket.”

“Oh. Right.” She hurried to retrieve it, feeling ridiculous.

“And, Ms. White?”

“Yes?”

“Good night.”

“...Good night, Ms. Wu.”