Chapter 49

Maeve’s POV

“I vote against it,” Draven said, his tone icy. His words reverberated in my mind. This can’t be happening. I struggled to think straight as every thought orbited Devon—he just can’t be sentenced to death.

I lifted my gaze to meet Draven’s cold stare. His dark amber eyes slid past me, focusing once more on the rest of the court.

“The prisoner must die,” he repeated, his voice flat.

I sat frozen, a wave of rage coiling through me. I narrowed my eyes at him, but Draven didn’t even glance in my direction.

What was I thinking, trusting him? What on earth did I expect from a bastard like him? Deep down, I’d hoped—perhaps foolishly—that he’d side with me to save Devon. But I’d been wrong. This Alpha remained as heartless as ever.

“Everyone has voted,” Draven announced, leaning on the round table. “As always, the majority prevails. Devon knows about the curse, making him a direct threat to all of us. He will be executed at once.” His w