Found By The Lycan King novel Chapter 11

ADRIANA’S POV

The adrenaline from the argument with my father still crackles in my blood as the car starts moving. Xander is silently sitting beside me while I try hard not to let any part of me touch him.

We are not touching in the slightest but his presence fills the car, making me feel suffocated as I try to hide in the back seat. I’m fully resting on the door though there is still room for me to sit on. Alpha Xander is a big man, yes, but the car is big enough that if I didn't want to touch him, then I wouldn't.

I feel his eyes on me even before I turn and when he lays his hand over mine, it curls into a fists completely on its own. My show of bravado in front of my father has gone, the adrenaline is wearing off and my reality is starting to come back to me.

I take in a shuddering breath when he entwines our fingers, a soft gasp leaves my lips without my permission when he tugs hard, pulling me into the car more. I have to fight the instinctive need to fight against his hold or protest. Something tells me he won’t take it lightly.

“If you move any more closer to the door, you’ll end up falling out.” His voice is leveled, controlled but there is a hint of amusement there.

I bop my head in a nod, like I didn't realize I was pushing into the door, trying to create as much distance between us as i could.

I sit still, like someone put a pause on me while the car zooms past trees. I don’t know what car we are in because there were about four or six when we found them. I was too lost in my head to be sure, but I know there is a car in front of us. I just can’t see far enough to tell if there is another one in front or behind us.

I choose to distract myself, getting ready for the long ride. Needing to think of anything other than the man beside me whose presence is all I can register in my head. I simply can’t ignore him, my body refuses to.

I don't know how much time passes before I am suddenly jerked awake by the sound of screeching tires. I blink to clear my vision then look out the window to find a few of the other cars stopping.

I inhale a huge breath before exhaling slowly. I fight the need to turn and look at the man sitting beside me.

Without a word, he opens the door and steps out. I still don’t move, I doubt I even breathe, having no idea what to do next. Am I to go out and follow him, or wait for him to give me instructions on what step to take next?

Is it really just how easy it is for me to move away from my new? Is my life so insignificant that it is very easy for me to just be uprooted from one point to the other?

The sun is shining bright, working perfectly, unaware of the turmoil I'm going through. Tears sting my eyes but I hold them back and breathe out through my mouth.

I finally gained enough courage to look up and take in my surroundings. We are parked in front of a large building, it is bigger than anything I’ve ever seen.

My door is opened by one of the men that intercepted us in the woods. He doesn't say a word or offer me his hand, but I get the memo that I'm supposed to exit the car, and that is what I do.

My bare feet hit the gravel and I groaned, not expecting that. The numbness in my feet is starting to go away and i can feel everything i didnt from last night to this morning. Even before then, from when I left home.

Home? It doesn't feel right to call it that when it has never felt like that to me.

It is a sad realization for me, I've never had a place to call home because nowhere felt like that. Maybe if I was with my mother I would know what that means. Before I could let that thought overtake my mind, I heard a deep rough voice speak. And for the first time in my life probably, I'm grateful for the interruption.

“Come with me,” the guard that opened the door for me commands. I nod meekly and step in line behind him.

I don’t get to take in the place i was going to stay in for the rest of my life probably. The thought brings tears to my eyes, I'm forced to blink them back.

“Walk fast,” the same deep voice grumbles, sounding annoyed. He seems unhappy to be the one doing this babysitting duty.

I hasten my steps to meet up with the angry guard who looks seconds away from losing it and snapping at me.

We leave the city behind us, the thick air filled with the bust of activities of the pack members going about their day. The sound of honking horns and the smell of exhaust fumes, the constant hum of energy and motion. I can’t help taking a peek behind me, trying to catch a glimpse of the new place I will be staying in.

I’m rewarded with the view of skyscrapers soaring towards the sky, their glass windows reflecting the sun's rays in a dazzling display. The pavement was a mosaic of colors and patterns, the different storefronts and advertisements competing for attention.

The sidewalks, as much as I can see from here, are packed with people, all jostling as they rush to their next destination.

“Hey wolf,” the guard growls, making me jump in fear as I quickly turn to face him. My eyes widened with fear and slight panic. “Keep up. I don’t have time for this.” he grumbles the last part under his breath but I still catch it.

I jog up to where he is standing, glowering at me. I duck my head, refusing to meet his eyes. He growls at me and grumbles something underneath his breath.

My heart is beating erratically in my chest as we reach the large double doors leading to the main house. I guess I shouldn't call it a house, it isn't just a house. It’s like a castle.

Scared of the guard warning me again, I didn't take in the interior as much as I would have liked. Not because I was excited to be here or anything, I just wanted to look around the place, to at least try and be familiar with my new surroundings.

The inside of the house is cold, chilling me to my bones. I wrap my arms around me and try to hide my shiver.

The entire place is as silent as a graveyard, and with how quiet it is and the chill unwelcome air, I can't help but say it feels like a graveyard. How accurate for my new life.