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. NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

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.

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

His body posture conveyed that he was unhappy and angry. But he did not say a word.

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

The moon was shining through the tree branches that passed by as the car drove down the road.

I fidgeted 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 not to explode.

I knew he would definitely scold me for slipping out of the mansion without informing but there was nothing I could do to change the past.

I noticed his arm and saw a few scratches on it under his sleeve.

“You are hurt.” I said, but Callahan did not react. A muscle in his jaw ticked, barely, but he quickly pulled down his sleeve and hid it completely.

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

Callahan cranked the ignition the 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 instead of being driven on the deserted road.

I only looked at him in shock as he drove through the road, but instead of taking me home, we crossed it and he kept driving further ahead.

I looked back in confusion and then at him again as the familiar scene of the mansion’s huge, gated walls passed by. “But, but we just passed by the mansion”

I said, but Callahan cranked up the ignition by another notch and my heartbeat began to thud wildly.

He was gritting his teeth, his body shaking with rage as he took it out all on the car. I did not ask him for help and this time

a series of lanes before the tires screeched to a halt.

managed to loop in the seatbelt quickly as he drove

I looked at him and he threw his head back, his eyes closed, as he took in a few breaths to calm himself down,

I only stared at him worriedly 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 tires settled on the ground again, rattling me inside it like a trapped bunny.

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 facing me and I could see him taking a few deep breaths to calm himself.

I felt all of it was my fault.

And him not saying even a word to me was making it worse.

I took a few deep breaths to find my courage and slowly opened the door while stepping outside. The night air was a bit chilly, and I was glad to have his coat around me.

I looked around to see that he had brought us near some lake. The moon and stars were twinkling in the night sky, while the water held its soft reflection, making it look peaceful and serene.

There were a few trees and bushes around, and the place looked both beautiful and eerie at the same time.

Or maybe it was my mind that was playing tricks on me.

When I could not stand his silence anymore, I went to stand in front of him and asked,

“Please, your silence is killing me. Will you please speak?”

He was looking down, a hard and unreadable expression on his face.

Callahan looked up at me, and his golden eyes felt like they were on fire. His gaze was hot and intense.

I subconsciously took a step back when I saw his hypnotic eyes stare deep into my eyes and my very soul.

A muscle in his jaw twitched as he tried to find the best response to my question.

“Will it make any difference?” He finally asked, throwing me a question.

“Yes, it will. I know you are angry, hurt even. So, yell all you want”

“What do you think of me? Let me know what your mental image of me is,” Calahan asked instead of yelling. And the way he was looking at me made me shiver in a not so fearful way.

Maybe, I had really lost it.