Found by the Lycan King by Natalie Winter

Chapter 46

While the bill was being prepared, Harry gave me a reassuring smile. I smiled back at him and walked away with Callahan, who the girls kept gawking at all the time.

“Please, if you need anything else, you can give me a call and I will personally come to deliver whatever you want.”

She smiled at him coyly, but he walked away without another glance at her or the rest of the staff.

Callahan got in the car and started the ignition while I decided to first put on the seatbelt so that I would not get thrown around the car.

I placed the gift-wrapped box on my lap and felt grateful to Harry who had thought of such a nice gesture. Surely, Callahan couldn’t care less if I was tossed the phone in a rag.

I took the seat belt’s end and tried to push it into the lock, but it seemed stuck. I tried tugging and pulling at it, but it was of

no use.

Callahan kept his hands placed on the steering wheel and was looking at the other side, clearly indicating that he wanted nothing to do with ine.

Frowning. I tried again, but it just did not budge.

I let out an exasperated sigh and muttered, “Can you please help with the seat belt?”

Callahan did not look at me, but his hands reached for the seatbelt and he tugged at it. When he tried locking it, it did not happen either.

So he had to bend towards me a little. His hand brushed mine, and I felt a zap of energy course from the tip of my finger to all the nerve endings in my body.

The touch left me wanting more. He was so close to me, so dangerously close. His face was near my chest and his head bent down as he was struggling with the seat belt as well.

And I did not dare move with the way he was acting. I thought my body would not want him after the way he had been indifferent to me since that night. But it seemed like his touch had ignited that spark again.

I began wildly imagining how it would feel to have his lips on my bare skin again. His hair was silky soft and dense and I fought my urge to run a hand through them as I kept my hands firmly glued to the seat and let him work.

“Can you move a little?” He grunted, and I shuffled in my seat but that only pushed my chest on his face.

Callahan went still for a moment and so did I. I feared he would yell at me for being purposely naughty, but he only closed his eyes and opened them again, took a deep breath, and resumed working.

clicked and he pushed himself away from me with the speed of lightning. Was he that annoyed by my touch?

I only cursed my body at the way

he only turned on

time, however, instead of driving like a maniac, he drove slow and

have to fear for my life again. However, then I realized that we had

I did not know what to talk

plastic wrapper and opened the box. Inside it was a brand new and shiny mobile that looked very high end

somehow put in two instead of one, but there was just this one large mobile in it. Holding it in front of Callahan, I said, “There seems to be a problem. They gave me a big, expensive one. We need

phone was lying in the small holder and I saw

I am going to wear black too.

the message again and let out

probably made you pay for an expensive one when I had picked a cheaper one. Can we go

would even speak. Annoyed, I

you not even

sharp turn, and it took me off-guard, making me slam into his arms. The unexpected turn made me fall into his lap and the

chest and I felt sandwiched in between a

kicked the car’s door out while grabbing me by the arms. Then we both fell on the ground, but as it was a slope, I

his foot slipped and I fell on him, his back landing on the

him.

and wheezing, and I feared he would throw me off himself immediately. But he only let me regain my breath while

I slowly got up and he let me. After getting up, I brushed off the dirt and muck on my body and clothes while he sprang up like a coil and surveyed

him to

as he removed his coat and I saw the pristine white

see his corded muscles and ripped

and picked it but then I realized

have his number,” I said while Callahan pulled open the hood and began surveying the damage.

from my phone,” He said without looking up and I

a simple swipe and I saw his inbox was open. I did not want to but there were literally a dozen or more messages,

not open the messages and fumbled a bit with the layout of the phone before finding the keypad, especially because every other second Cynthia kept sending messages.

which one should