Found by the Lycan King by Natalie Winter

Chapter 57

Zenovia

Callahan carried me down the stairs and the anxiety that had been rampaging my body disappeared, leaving exhaustion behind.

His shoes fell softly on the carpeted stairs as he walked downstairs, carrying me bridal style. 1 buried my face in his embrace as he climbed down the stairs and turned around.

The party was still going on, and I believe nobody knew what had transpired upstairs. Maybe that is what he wanted to be the case. I looked back to see Sid twitch on the ground, his eyes staring at me but being unable to move.

I tore my gaze away from him and looked forward.

Instead of walking out the front door, Callahan carried me out through the back door bridal style and asked me to reach for the car keys in his pant pocket.

I did as instructed and my hands found the key. My check brushed against his jaw when I did that and I tried not to shiver due to that.

Up close, he looked even more delicious, more tantalizing. The light stubble on his jawline was too enticing. My brain began to imagine how it would feel to roam my fingers on it. Maybe not just fingers, but my mouth could….

I blinked furiously and looked down at the key in my hand and pressed it twice. His car was parked in the back, near garbage bags stacked upon one another by a moss eaten wall and a huge net compound that served as an extra wall dividing the huge place into sections.

Callahan climbed down the small flight of stairs and slowly opened the door while placing me on the car seat

He ensured that I was seated comfortably and walked to the other side of the car before getting in it.

Taking the key from me, he turned the ignition on and steered the car in the direction of the road.

The drive back home was silent, awkwardly silent and tense. He had been talking to me, caressing me back in the club, but now he was back to ignoring me.

a glance at Callahan as he kept his hands firmly planted on the steering wheel, looking straight ahead.

that he was unhappy and angry. But he did not say a

time, he was driving much slowly and as I looked outside. I saw that it was still dark.

shining through the tree branches that passed by as the car drove down

with my fingers, not knowing what to say and where to begin. The veins in his throat were corded and so were those in his hands, as if he was trying hard

scold me for slipping out of the mansion without informing but there was nothing I could do to change the

few scratches on

hurt.” I said, but Callahan did not react. A muscle in his jaw ticked, barely,

not take the silence anymore and said in a meek voice, “You can shout. No

moment I said that, and the car’s speed suddenly increased. I bit my lip nervously as he hit the accelerator and the car was almost flying

him in shock as he drove through the road, but instead of taking me home, we crossed it and he

scene of the mansion’s huge, gated walls passed by.

Callahan cranked up the ignition by another notch and

his body shaking with rage as he took it out all on the car. I did not ask him for help and

series of lanes before the tires screeched

to loop in the seatbelt quickly as he

head back, his eyes closed, as

door, hard. I brought my hands up on my cars to drown the

tension was palpable in the way he put his hands in the pockets and went to stand a bit farther away. His back was

felt all of it

saying even a word

slowly opened the door while stepping outside. The night air was a bit chilly, and I was glad to have