Violet
Owen’s words landed but the look on his face told me he was still full of s**t. I said nothing, trying to block out the twinging ache running through me. The pain meds were wearing off and I could feel myself getting irritated the longer I had to look at his stupid, lying face.
I almost grimaced at the thought. I was tipping towards furiously hungry. Not the best place to be when sitting across from the alpha king.
“I’ve been accused of being a dictator,” he began, his tone carefully measured, “and of being unfair to Theodore over the years. And recently, it’s been suggested that I’ve been equally unfair to you, Violet.”
I folded my arms, keeping my expression neutral. Whatever he was building up to, it wasn’t an apology. Owen didn’t strike me as the type to admit fault ever, an
