Owen’s POV
I was fuming in my seat, glaring at everyone who accidentally made eye contact with me. But I had paid for this wedding, so I was damn well going to enjoy it.
“I believe you.”
I turned my head as Olivia Bronson sat down next to me at the otherwise empty table. Even my wife and my stewards sat at a table behind me, as I’d requested. I arched a challenging eyebrow at my new table companion.
“About Alpha Nightshade coming for your crown,” Olivia clarified. “I believe you.”
“It’s typically in one’s best interest to believe one’s king,” I replied as I looked away, watching the guests dance the night away. I didn’t care for the company of a known vixen whose only influence was that of her father’s.
She smiled at me, seemingly unperturbed by my clear disinterest.
“It makes on
