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Zenith walked into his chambers, his chest heaving with a different type of want and urge. A particular and strange heat. Was it the heat season?

He shook his head as he pulled off the belt from his waist and as he reached out to pick up the jug of water on the table, his nostrils flared as a sweet scent shifted into them.

His brows furrowed as he looked into the mirror. There she lay, completely unclad on his bed. Her lips wore a shade of sultry smile and her eyes sparked seductively.

He slowly turned around, anger slowly rising within him but rage bubbled through his veins at the audacity of her to enter his chambers without his permission and her guts to lay naked on his bed.

All he saw was red. Nothing else.

"How dare you?" He snarled. Waves of breeze brushed the curtains in the room and Selda closed her eyes as it almost had her falling back in bed. Her chest heaved heavily as she tried to rise up back.

“How dare you climb into my bed? Who gave you the permission?” He bellowed an