Morwenna's POV.
Lira’s words haunted me long after she left because I knew she was right.
"You’re the only one he hasn’t touched. That’s dangerous."
They echoed in my mind as I lay in my cot, pretending to sleep.
Around me, the other breeders whispered in the dark, quiet murmurs of fear and even pain .
But no one spoke to me.
Not anymore.
I had become something different in their eyes.
Not favored.
Not free.
Marked.
The days passed, and those days came with stares.
In the hall, in the corridors—we were always watched.
Always guarded.
But now, I felt eyes that held more than suspicion.
They burned with questions I couldn't answer.
Why hadn’t he called me again?
Why hadn’t he taken me?
And worse—why had he stopped taking them after?
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It was during the third day
