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Nyala I pulled away from the kiss, my heart pounding in my chest. What was I doing? I shouldn't be letting Alastair and Warren play with my feelings like this. It was forbidden, a dangerous game that could lead to disaster. Warren had confessed his feelings for me, but I couldn't shake the doubt. Was it genuine, or was it just a part of their twisted game? And now, Alastair was making it even more complicated by kissing me. As much as I knew it was wrong, my body seemed to crave his touch, and I felt an inexplicable connection to him. I took a step back, trying to compose myself. "This can't go on," I muttered, more to myself than to them. The weight of the situation pressed down on me, and I couldn't let this continue. It was a risk I can’t afford to take. As I looked into Alastair's