Semua Bab Fated To The Human Doctor : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Lyon's POV I left Christie in the lab and walked back up the stairs. My blood was still running hot. Every time I thought about Julian lunging at her with that needle, the wolf inside me pushed against my skin, wanting to tear the man apart. I didn't care about the laws of this city. I only cared about the fact that a parasite had tried to harm my mate.I stepped into the study and closed the door behind me. Julian was slumped in a chair, his face a mess of blood and bruises where I’d hit him. Richard was standing by the window, staring out at the driveway. He looked like a man who had suddenly realized his entire life was built on a lie."He's not going to the police," I said. My voice was flat.Richard turned around. "He tried to kill my daughter, Lyon. He belongs in a cell.""If he goes to a precinct, the press goes with him," I reminded him. "They’ll drag Christie’s name through the mud. They’ll call her research dangerous. Julian wi

Christie's POV I didn't stay in the kitchen as Lyon had told me to after he left my side. The moment he moved toward the stairs, I turned and headed for the basement. If someone was in my lab, they weren't just touching equipment; they were touching my life's work. I reached the heavy door and saw it was slightly ajar. I pushed it open and stopped. The lights were already on. Diane was standing by my primary refrigerator, holding a tray of glass vials. Anna was next to her, clutching my digital tablet. They weren't even trying to be quiet. "What are you doing?" I asked. My voice sounded louder than I expected in the cramped space.Diane didn't jump. She just looked at me with a steady expression. She placed the tray down on the counter and folded her arms. "I am saving this family, Christie," Diane said. "Since you decided to bring a wild animal into our home to terrorize our guests, someone has to be the adult.""You’re stealing my samples," I said, walking toward her. I didn't

Christie's POV Lyon was standing in the doorway. He wasn't wearing his suit jacket anymore. His shirt was torn, and there was a smear of blood across his cheekbone. His eyes weren't human. They were a solid, glowing gold that seemed to illuminate the dark hallway behind him.Wait, what?Had he already ripped out a few throats and dismembered some more men?Why was the man fucking blood stained if he hadn't been hurting people?He looked every bit the predator that he undoubtedly was. He was Alpha Lyon, the man who had kidnapped me and taken me to the north. He didn't beg. He didn't try to negotiate. He was either using brute force to get what he wanted or he was paying his way out of stuff. The man holding me froze. He didn't drop me; he used me as a shield, pulling me back against his chest and putting the knife to my throat. "Stay back! I’ll kill her! I swear it!"Lyon didn't stay back. He didn't even pause. He

Lyon's POV The front door of the Graves mansion didn't stand a chance against the weight of my shoulder. I didn't care about the noise or the fact that Richard might be watching from the landing. I moved through the foyer and straight down to the basement, my boots heavy on the wooden stairs. My skin was still prickling with the threat I’d felt back at the hotel. I needed to see her. I needed to know the air in her lungs was still her own.I pushed into the lab and stopped. Christie was standing by her workbench, her back to me. She was holding a test tube, her shoulders tense. When she heard me, she turned around, her eyes wide. She looked tired, but the moment she saw it was me, the fear in her expression smoothed out."Lyon," she said. She set the glass down and walked toward me. "You look like you're ready to start a war. What happened?"I didn't answer right away. I stepped into her space and gripped her upper arms, pulling her close so I could check for any new marks. I looked

Christie's POV The sun was setting as I pulled into the driveway. The house was lit up, but it didn't feel welcoming. It felt like a trap waiting for me to step inside. I walked through the front door and immediately heard the sound of laughter and the rustle of heavy fabric coming from upstairs.I walked past Anna’s room, keeping my head down, but I couldn't block out the voices. The door was open, and the floor was covered in silk and lace. Anna was standing in front of her full-length mirror, holding a gold gown against her body while Diane circled her like a predator."This is the one, Anna," Diane said. She was pinning a loose section of the waist. "It makes you look like a queen. We need every eye in that ballroom on you tomorrow night.""Do you think it's enough?" Anna asked, turning to see her reflection from another angle. "After what Julian did, everyone is whispering. They think we’re broke.""That is exactly why this gala matters," Diane snapped. She grabbed a pair of di