Chapter 111

Maeve’s POV

I lay awake in my chamber long after the moon had climbed high. Sleep eluded me following my conversation with Lennox. My mind wouldn’t stop spinning through possibilities—that Thea might have taken a lover and that her child wasn’t Draven’s. I even found myself wishing it were true, because it felt better to imagine some other explanation than to admit the obvious: another woman was carrying Draven’s pup.

Admitting it made me sound like a jealous mate desperately denying the truth, but I didn’t care how I sounded. I had always trusted my instincts, and they’d been screaming that something about Thea was wrong from the start. She was cunning enough to do anything—anything—to keep her hold on Draven’s pack and keep us apart. By leaving, I’d unwittingly handed her the victory.

Seraphine had warned me not to let Thea win every time. I’d been too proud to listen, but now I realized she was right. With an exasperated sigh, I sank onto the bed and gla