#Chapter56 The Votes

Violet Owen’s words landed but the look on his face told me he was still full of shit. 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, and his tone said he didn't give a damn about being a dictator. He might even like it. “So,” he continued, leaning back slightly, “I’m taking this moment to correct that. I’ve decided I won’t make