Chapter 269

That evening I asked after dinner. We were all sitting around in our nighttime outfits. The fire was low and we had been playing a card game. It seemed a simple question to me.

“When will I be fertile?” I asked putting my cards down.

The men refused to tell me. Damien even informed me I didn’t need to know when I was fertile. All I had to do was stay healthy and they would handle the rest. They would take care of me just like they always had.

“Now wait,” I argued. “This is still my body. I may have decisions I want to make about this. You need to tell me what’s going to happen so I can discuss it with you.”

“There are no decisions,” Damien said calmly. “They will be made for us. We follow our directives when they are handed down.”

I laughed mirthlessly. “This is MY body,” I informed him. “I have a right to know and help you make the choices.”

The stunning silence that met that statement chilled my blood. They looked at Christof to answer, so I kne