Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 201

Chapter 201: Power Like This

Ivy let out a distressed cry, "Goddess help me, my roommates have lost their minds!"

But Lila only grinned wolfishly, replying, "At least you still recognize us as your roommates."

Ivy shot her a glare, but it wasn’t half as fierce as it should have been; her defenses were already crumbling.

Daisy said, "Defeating Elsie won’t be easy, but it’s not impossible."

"How?" Ivy demanded. "Have you forgotten who Elsie is? She’s basically the mate for one of the cardinal alphas. She’s got the Alpha King’s backing. You? Us? We’ve all got none. She won’t even need to lift a finger; she’s got power, influence, and people to do her bidding."

Violet’s eyes flashed with determination. "Then we’ll cut off that backing. We’ll dismantle those influences one by one. Without them, she’s nothing."

Ivy scoffed. "And the Alpha King?"

"We’ll figure that out as we go," Daisy said with forced optimism.

"Thought as much," Ivy shook her head, unimpressed.

But Daisy persisted, "We won’t achieve this in a single day, but this is our plan for now, and we’ll work toward it. For the moment, we’ve got bigger worries, like finding a place to actually live." She glanced up at the rotting ceiling just as a drip of nasty water landed on her cheek, making Ivy recoil with disgust.

Daisy wiped it off, grimacing.

there. Even if we manage to hire workers, they

Lila piped up,

in unison, their

cleared her throat. "My

lit up. "So

furrowed, clearly offended. "What do you mean clean up the place? I’m not some witch about to chant

herself, resting her palm on the warped, rotting floorboards beneath

were once strong here. I’ll call upon them to reinforce what was lost so

to work. The wood beneath her hand gave a soft,

before their eyes, the decay began to reverse. The splintered planks smoothed out, their brittle, discolored surfaces darkening into a rich oak. It spread like creeping frost, the weak, termite-infested wood seemingly consumed

the girls tensed, half-expecting to be swallowed up. But all they felt was a soft tingling, like the brush of a cool breeze against their skin. Nothing

the rest of the

no sign of the gaping cracks that once tried to snap

the

musty air that had clung to the room like a second skin suddenly changed. The stale, heavy scent of mold

back into an invisible spindle. Dust motes danced in the air as they lifted,

peeled away and withered before dissolving into fine powder. Thin lines of new growth traced over the rotted beams, merging with the decayed wood. As the

floor. With eyes narrowed, Lila pressed her palm against the nearest beam, and tendrils of fresh wood

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