Chapter 38: Deidre and her Doppelgänger
Chasity’s POV
Have you ever went to bed one place and then woke up somewhere completely different? I have.
I woke up in a bedroom with clean white walls and a cold marble floor. The bed was made of black wood and piled with white Egyptian cotton bedding. I could feel it. It was so soft. These were the same sheets my alphas had. The sheets made me even more homesick. The walls were lined with photographs, all of beautiful women, ethically different with varying skin and hair and eye colours but they all had symmetrical faces, high cheekbones and perfectly arched brows. They were familiar. I was looking at framed photographs of supermodels, all of them close-up beauty shots. The one above the head of the bed was the most familiar. What was her name
