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.

his hands firmly planted on the steering wheel,

and

and as I looked outside. I

shining through the tree branches that passed by as the

his throat were corded and so were those in his hands, as if

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

arm and saw a few scratches on it

said, but Callahan did not react. A muscle in his jaw ticked, barely, but he quickly pulled down his sleeve

a meek voice, “You can shout. No need

bit my lip nervously as he hit the accelerator and the car was almost flying instead of being

but instead of taking me home, we crossed it

scene of the mansion’s huge, gated walls passed

ignition by another notch and my heartbeat

out all on the car. I did not

the tires screeched

to loop in the seatbelt quickly as he

him and he threw his head back, his eyes closed, as he took

to drown the noise but the car jolted, almost rising from one side and shaking before the

he put his hands in the pockets and went to stand a bit farther away. His back was facing me and I could see him taking a few deep breaths to calm

all of it was my

not saying even a word to me was making

slowly opened the door while stepping outside. The