CHAPTER 77 A Slut or What

  Rhea's POV

  Turns out that I wasn't dreaming, it was the reality, I am impressively in Thorn pack and not my own very pack the Blackwood pack.

  I have always been to his office but right now, I am inside his sitting room. The round walls, floors to ceiling are probably made of glass windows that give a better view of the pack with the curtains folded up. The sitting room is wide and the coughs are neatly arranged. There is a huge chandelier hanging in the middle of the ceiling which also gives the room a luxurious look. 

  I stared around in awe. There is a bar at the far end of the sitting room, and beside it is a spiral staircase that I am sure leads upstairs. 

  I was still fascinated by the designs and luxurious look that I didn't even know when Daemon started pulling me upstairs. We stopped at a door that I am sure is his bedroom because the door is larger than the rest. He swiftly turned the knob and pushed it open for me to enter.