#Chapter 192

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 one think,” she mused. “About one’s legacy. About what would happen to the crown should something happen to you.” I slowly turned to level her with a glare. “Is that a threat?” She smiled, p