Alpha Prince's Little Human

His demand

My job was to clean Aiden’s room. That jerk. To make things worse, they handed me a uniform—a typical maid outfit that I despised. Nevertheless, I put it on and headed to his room, knocking lightly on the door.

“Come in,” he said, his voice calm and composed.

As I entered and started cleaning, I could feel his eyes on me, watching my every move. It was infuriating, but I kept my composure, focusing on the task at hand. I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was getting under my skin.

After a while, he finally spoke, “Not so fast. Come here.”

He was clearly trying to intimidate me, but I wasn’t about to back down. I straightened up, met his gaze head-on, and said, “Don’t you have a job, Alpha? Or do you just have too much free time to spend watching me?”

His smirk deepened, and he closed the distance between us. Leaning in, he whispered in my ear, his voice low and teasing, “Maybe I just enjoy the view, Olivia.”

I clenched my fists, resisting the overwhelming urge to slap that smug look off his face. His audacity was infuriating, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me lose control.

“I like to see you squirm under me, Olivia,” he whispered, his voice dripping with arrogance.

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to remain calm. “Keep dreaming, Aiden,” I shot back, my tone icy. “The only thing you’ll see is me standing tall, not squirming.”

He chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the banter. “We’ll see about that.”

I turned away, continuing to clean as if his words hadn’t phased me. He may think he’s in control now, but I had no intention of playing by his rules for long.

After leaving Aiden’s room, I spent the rest of the day cleaning more rooms, doing my best to stay focused and ignore the lingering frustration from our earlier encounter. By the time I finished, exhaustion was setting in, and I was ready to retreat to the small room the head maid had allocated for me for the month.

Just as I was about to head there, a maid approached me with a message. “Alpha Aiden wants your service at the gym.”

I rolled my eyes, muttering under my breath, “Stupid asshole.” What could he possibly want now?

Despite my annoyance, I made my way to the gym, determined not to let him get the better of me. If he thought he could push me around, he was in for a rude awakening. This wasn’t over—not by a long shot.

As I reached the gym, I stopped in my tracks, my eyes narrowing at the scene before me. Aiden was leaning into an omega, his lips on her neck, clearly indulging in yet another one of his escapades.

I clenched my jaw, disgusted by his lack of shame. He didn’t even bother to acknowledge my presence, too wrapped up in his little game.

Clearing my throat loudly, I crossed my arms. “You called for my service, Alpha? Or am I interrupting another one of your... important duties?”

Aiden pulled back slightly, a smirk playing on his lips as he finally turned to face me. “Ah, Olivia. Always punctual.”

I raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “If you’re done, maybe you can tell me what you actually need, or should I come back when you’re finished?”

He chuckled, completely unbothered. “Stay. This won’t take long.”

I sighed, already regretting agreeing to this. Working for him was going to be more infuriating than I’d imagined.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, Aiden finally turned to me with that infuriating smirk still plastered on his face. “Massage my legs,” he commanded casually, as if I were there solely for his pleasure.

I stared at him, my annoyance barely concealed. “Excuse me?” I said, my tone sharp. “You called me here to be your masseuse now?”

He leaned back, clearly enjoying my reaction. “That’s right. After all, you’re here to serve, aren’t you?”

I took a deep breath, resisting the urge to throw something at him. Instead, I walked over and stood right in front of him, looking him dead in the eye. “Fine,” I said, forcing a smile. “But don’t expect me to be gentle.”

Aiden chuckled, amused by my defiance. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

As I knelt down to start the massage, I couldn’t help but plot all the ways I’d make him regret every second of this little power grip. He might think he’s in control, but I was far from defeated.

After one week of working under Aiden, he managed to find countless ways to infuriate me. From making unnecessary comments to assigning me the most tedious tasks, he seemed to take pleasure in pushing my buttons. Yet, despite all his antics, he never crossed the line—always keeping his actions just within the bounds of what was tolerable.

It was as if he enjoyed seeing how far he could push me without tipping over into outright disrespect. His smug smirks and subtle taunts were a constant reminder that he thrived on our little battles. But what annoyed me the most was that he knew exactly how to get under my skin without giving me a solid reason to lash out.

Still, I wasn’t about to let him win. I met each challenge with stubborn determination, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing me break. If he thought I’d back down, he was sorely mistaken. This was a game, and I was just as determined to play it as he was.