Found by the Lycan King

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.

to me, caressing me back in the club, but now he was back to

Callahan as he kept his hands

he was unhappy and angry. But he did

much slowly and as I looked outside. I saw that it was still

through the tree branches that passed by as the car

knowing what to say and where to begin. The veins in his throat were corded and so were those in

slipping out of the mansion without informing but there

arm and saw a few scratches on

A muscle in his jaw ticked, barely, but he quickly

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

that, and the car’s speed suddenly increased. I bit my lip nervously as he hit the

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

the familiar scene of the mansion’s huge, gated walls

cranked up the ignition by another notch and

with rage as he took it out all on the car. I did not ask

lanes before the tires screeched

to loop in the seatbelt quickly as

head back, his eyes closed, as he took in

when he stepped out of the car and slammed the door, hard. I brought my hands up on my cars to drown the noise but the car jolted, almost rising from one side and shaking before the

hands in the pockets and went to stand a bit farther away. His back was

of it was my fault.