#Chapter 188

Violet’s POV I watched as Theo and Owen greeted one another at the bottom of the stairs Owen had made sure everyone watched him descend. Our current king’s flare for the dramatic was tactless at best and a red flag at worst. I couldn’t hear what Theo was saying as I waited patiently between Kincaid and the Vainthotts, but Owen was making sure everyone could hear his side of the conversation. “I always make time for family!” he bellowed with a pleasant grin. Most people knew there was at least a little animosity between King Owen and his brother. I wondered why Owen bothered pretending otherwise. “Where are the bride and groom, anyway?” Owen visibly scanned the crowd, werewolves all shrinking as his gaze moved over them. “Excuse me while I go wish them life-long blessings.” With a snap of his fingers, Owen’s wife and a few stewards followed the king off to the side to find the bride and groom who hadn’t yet arrived at their own party. It’s an act! Theo’s voice filled my h