Defy The Alpha(s) - Chapter 202

Chapter 202: Anything For The Princess
With Lila having steadied the floorboards and made the house less likely to murder any of them, they decided it was a good time to explore their new residence.

Lila led the way with Ivy trailing beside her. The walls were still peeling in places, their original color all but forgotten, and patches of dark mold clung stubbornly to the corners.

Whenever Lila passed her hand over a mold-infested spot, the fungus receded into itself and vanished, but she left the peeling paint alone. The act was intentional on her part, to keep people from growing suspicious of any dramatic transformations to the shack.

The girls figured that none of the elite had likely ventured inside the house; they probably feared it would collapse on them. Hence, they made the changes on the inside, keeping it minimal and realistic, so even if by chance, they did come snooping, the changes wouldn’t raise too many eyebrows. They would probably assume they just do some minor “labor work” and tidying.

Meanwhile, Daisy and Violet, were bolder than the scaredy cat Ivy, and took it upon themselves to scout the rooms in the house.

By the time they returned, Violet was the first to announce, “I don’t know if this is one weird coincidence, but there are four distinct bedrooms, and they’re way more spacious than our old room at the pack house.” She tried to sound optimistic.

Ivy rolled her eyes. She might’ve conceded to staying at last, but that didn’t mean she was happy about it.

“And that’s not all,” Daisy chimed in, “the rooms are furnished. There are beds, wardrobes with old clothes in them, too. It makes me think we’re not the first students to go rogue.”

“Shouldn’t be surprising.” Violet muttered under her breath. With the school’s fucked up tradition and rules, they must have been fed up with the billshit.

Hearing about four rooms, Lila’s face lit up with sudden excitement. “So that means we get to make our choice?!”

A single look passed between Lila, Daisy, and Violet as they understood what would happen next. Ivy, too used to more refined living, didn’t catch on. Before she could blink, the other three burst into a run down the musty hallway.

“I’m calling dibs on the biggest room!” Daisy shouted, sprinting ahead.

“No way! I saw it first!” Violet retorted, hot on her heels.

“Excuse me, ladies,” Lila’s voice rang out as she blurred past them with speed only a Fae could possess.

Violet and Daisy skidded to a stop, watching in stunned disbelief as Lila reached the largest room before they could even blink.

Daisy and Violet groaned in unison.

“That was cheating.”

Lila shrugged, “Finder’s keeper.”

She bent and brushed her fingers against the worn bed frame and just like that, set to work. They could only stare in bafflement as the bed, which looked on the verge of collapse, was quickly restored, the sagging mattress rebounding under the ministry of her magic.

The torn, filthy sheets seemed to knit themselves whole and clean once more, dust and cobwebs shrinking away until the place looked… livable. And all of that happened in the span of ten minutes, leaving Daisy and Violet gaping in the hallway.

Ivy finally caught up, panting slightly. “Must be nice to have magic,” she grumbled, eyeing Lila’s handiwork with a sulky expression.

Lila turned around, pride gleaming in her eyes. She stepped toward them, specifically addressing Violet, “Your room is ready, my princess..”

Violet blinked in confusion. “Huh?”

Lila gestured grandly to the newly restored room.

Violet gaped. “But—you—the room—you claimed it—” she stammered, struggling to process what was happening.

“The princess’s needs come first,” Lila said simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“What?!” Ivy and Daisy’s jaw nearly fell to the ground.

For a moment, Violet just stood there, stunned. Then, her face split into a triumphant grin.

“Ha!” she declared, turning smugly toward Daisy and Ivy. “That’s right, peasants. The princess gets first pick.”

“Must be nice to be a princess,” Ivy muttered again under her breath, unable to hide the twinge of envy.

“Don’t overplay your role, princess.” Daisy sassed playfully.

Violet, however, was too busy flopping onto the freshly restored bed, testing out its bounce, letting out a satisfied hum.

“There are still three more rooms,” Lila reminded them, glancing pointedly down the hall.

That was all Daisy and Ivy needed to hear before they raced down the hallway, shoving at each other in their scramble to claim the best one. In the end, Daisy ended up in the room opposite Violet’s, while Lila and Ivy claimed the two across from each other.

However, it wasn’t long before Ivy and Daisy wandered into Violet’s room, sulking and pouting.

Daisy flopped dramatically onto the bed beside her and wailed, “Must be so nice to be a princess. You don’t have to clean up your room in this horrendous weather.”

Ivy, her partner in crime,chimed in, “Not to mention this storm makes it impossible to see anything. All the bulbs in this dump are shot, so we’re practically blind.”

Violet arched her brow. Oh, she knew exactly what this was, good ol’ reverse psychology. And they weren’t even being subtle about it. Still, Violet let herself fall for it anyway. Mostly because, they weren’t wrong. The sockets were broken, and Alaric’s never-ending rainstorm outside only made things worse.

She said to them, “If Lila still has the energy to help you, no problem. Otherwise, we’ll all just pitch in and clean up together.”

Before Daisy or Ivy could even look for her, Lila’s voice piped up from across the hall, eyes alight with boundless energy . “This Fae is far from tired! Anything for the princess!” she declared with enthusiasm.

And with that, she dashed off in a blur to assist the two grumblers.

Violet blinked, scratching the back of her head. Then frowned.

Lila’s behavior was… a little disturbing.

Like, what if she asked her to kill someone? Would she actually do it? Would she just smile and say,’ Anything for the princess’ , before committing murder in her name?

Even the idea of being a princess still felt surreal. Violet made a mental note to talk to Lila. If it wasn’t time to meet her mother yet, she needed to at least learn more about the woman who gave birth to her.