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. 

　　My gaze shifted from one spot to another when I heard him say, "Enter," I cleared my throat and remained rooted to my spot. 

　　"I said you should enter," he repeated himself again but got no response from me. What was he even thinking of dragging me out from my bed and now offering me a room as mine? 

　　"I need to go back," the one syllable barked out from my lips was enough to darken his expression. 

　　"This is your home from now on and this room," he turned to point at the room, "Is ours," my gaze widened in shock.

　　That word Ours causes my leg to go weak, and many emotions swimming through me. Clearing my throat I snapped out of those erotic thoughts and turned to face him. My gaze hardened, "I'm a goddamn married woman!" 

　　"You are only married to him because I didn't find you on time and now that I have you, you are going nowhere," he threatened, my breath hitched as his eyes flashes a series of colors indicating the presence of his beast.

　　"You're only married to him and that doesn't mean that you both can't split off," he smiled devilishly, his gaze moving to the exposed neck and on sighting the mark there, his face colored in rage. "That fool," he cursed. 

　　Looking at me, he motioned for me to enter. Staring at the room, I gulped hard as I took in how widely spaced the bedroom is, a king-sized bed suited in the middle which was laid with a blue and white bedsheet... my favorite color. The lighting is dim and the color of the walls makes it look darker. The curtains are drawn down with only the side table lamp on. I can see another two doors across the room which I'm sure lead to the bathroom and walk-in closet. 

　　The whole decoration and design of the house screams luxury. However, Daemon's scent was everywhere swirling around the room and into my nose filling my mind with different erotic images of us at every corner of this room.

　　My mind was drawn back when I heard the bedroom door locked behind me, I instantly turned around to see Daemon standing beside me. When did I walk inside? My breathing quickened at the thought of him raping me just like Kian did. 

　　But he ignored me and walked further inside the room, noticing that he wasn't saying anything. I cleared my throat as I watched him warily, "Uh… where will I sleep?" 

　　"Here, of course," he shrugged as he started removing his clothes. 

　　And just then the event that took place between me and Kian flashes back to mind, I hold onto the hem of my clothes as I watch him start unzipping his trouser.

　　"And where will you be sleeping?" I asked nervously. He halts in his movement to look at me, his eyebrow furrowed up, "Here also," 

　　"But that's not possible!" I quickly protested, my eyes widening in fear. I am a married woman and can't possibly be seen sleeping in another man's bedroom. What does he take me as? A slut or what... Kian might be a senseless man but that doesn't mean that I'm a slut. 

　　I waited for him to say a word but he didn't even spare me any look, maybe tired of arguing but I am not letting this whole thing slide. My heart throbbed fast as I watched him pull off his trouser, turning as he started walking toward me.

　　My palms began to sweat as I started taking a step backward and he continued stepping closer, his gaze darkened at my every move causing the beating of my heart to accelerate more. Going backward, I flinched as my body hit the wall. Smirking naughtily he stops in front of me, our bodies almost touching. 

　　He leaned forward and I felt his lips on my neck sending a zap of electricity down my body, and I involuntarily let out a moan. I quickly snapped my mouth shut as my gaze widened in terror, what just happened? Was that me? But before I could react, I heard a clicking sound of a door being locked behind me and the rushing of water caused me to pull myself out from my dazed state... I turned to stare at the locked door in front of me before it dawned on me, I was just standing on his way to the latrine. He wasn't planning on raping me though... That asshole and he succeeded in making me moan out like one of those pornstars.