I felt my heart racing as Nathan leaned in to kiss me back. My mind was clouded with conflicting emotions - the desire for his touch and the guilt for thinking of Harold. I pulled away abruptly, leaving Nathan looking bewildered.
"I'm sorry," I muttered, unable to meet his gaze. "I can't do this."
Nathan's expression softened, and he reached out to touch my arm. "Alexia, what's wrong?"
I shook my head, struggling to find the words. "It's not you, Nathan. It's just... complicated."
He looked at me with concern, and I knew I had to explain. "I have other mates, and I don't want to hurt them."
Nathan's face fell, and he stepped back. "I understand," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
I felt a pang of guilt for hurting him, but I knew it was for the best. I needed to sort out my
