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Want Better?

Christie’s POVI withdrew my stethoscope from Nima’s chest and adjusted her blanket. Her breathing was back to normal. The monitors showed a steady green line that I had fought for over the last few days. She was out of danger, and that meant my reason for being in this house was over."She’s stable," I said, not looking at Lyon. "Her body has fully integrated the stabilizer. She just needs rest and high-protein fluids now. My work here is done."Lyon was leaning against the heavy oak wardrobe, his arms crossed. The morning light hitting his face made the shadows under his eyes look deeper. "She still looks pale.""That’s normal after a systemic shock," I replied, finally turning to face him. "I’ve written down the dosage schedule for the next forty-eight hours. Anyone with basic medical training can handle it from here. I need to go home, Lyon."He didn't move. The air in the room felt like it was thickening, making it hard to breathe. I could see the muscles in his jaw working as he

His Kind Of Cage

Christie's POV "It wouldn't be a cage," he snapped, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. "It would be yours.""No," I said quietly. "Thank you. But no."He didn't argue further, but the tension in the truck was so high it felt like the glass might shatter. We pulled up to the curb in front of my house. The sterile white columns and perfectly manicured lawn looked the same as always, but I felt like a stranger looking at them.Lyon killed the engine. He didn't get out. He turned in his seat to face me, his expression raw."You think you’re safe here," he said. "But we both know you're not. They don't see what you are, Christie.""I know what they see and maybe I'm used to it," I said. Before I could reach for the door handle, his hand was behind my neck, pulling me toward him. It wasn't a question this time. The kiss was deep, possessive, and full of a hunger that made my brain go completely blank. It felt like a claim, a brand that I knew I wouldn't be able to wash off.I was

Get To Him

Christie’s POVThe front door hadn't even latched behind me before the air in the foyer turned cold. My mother was standing by the mahogany side table, her fingers white as she gripped a glass of red wine. She didn't look relieved. she looked like she wanted to strike me."Do you have any idea what time it is?" Diane asked. Her voice was low and dangerous. "Do you have any idea what you’ve done to this family in the last three days?""I was working, Mom," I said, my voice sounding small even to my own ears. I gripped the strap of my medical bag. "A woman was dying. I had to stay until she was stable.""Working," Anna snorted, stepping into the house behind me and slamming the door. She pushed past me, her silk robe fluttering. "She rolls up in a truck that costs more than our house, dropped off by a man who looks like he owns half the state, and she wants us to believe she was 'working.'"Diane stepped forward, her heels clicking sharply on the marble. She reached out and snatched my

The Stealing Sister

Christie’s POVI stood by the window, my forehead pressed against the cold glass. The silence of the house was broken only by the distant sound of my mother and Anna laughing downstairs. They had locked my door from the outside, a "precaution" Diane said was necessary to keep me from running back to my "filthy lab."The low, rhythmic thrum of a heavy engine vibrated through the floorboards. My heart skipped a beat. I knew that sound. It wasn't the purr of the European sports cars my mother’s friends drove; it sounded like Lyon's truck. I scrambled to the window. Down at the end of the long, gated driveway, the twin beams of his headlights cut through the dark. He was here. He hadn't even waited twenty-four hours to come back."Lyon!" I whispered, my breath fogging the glass. I yanked at the window sash, but it was painted shut—another one of my mother’s "security" upgrades. Below me, the front door opened. Anna stepped out onto the porch, her red silk robe fluttering in the wind.

Family Debt

Christie’s POVMy mom locked the door and then she pocketed the key. "Get up," she commanded, her voice vibrating with a sharp, ugly edge. "Anna, get the emerald dress. Now!""I’m not wearing that dress to see him, Mom," I said, standing my ground. I could still see the silhouette of Lyon’s truck at the gate, the twin beams of his headlights."And I’m not selling him anything. Not my research, and certainly not myself like you'd have me done with Julian.""You don't have a choice!" Anna shrieked from the hallway. she burst into the room, the green silk dress draped over her arm like a dead snake. Her face was still blotchy from Lyon’s rejection. "He’s a maniac, Christie! He’s standing at the gate like a common thug after turning me away. Do you have any idea how humiliating that is?""He’s right," I said, and the words felt like ice on my tongue. "He’s the first person who has looked at this house and seen exactly what you are."Diane slapped me. It wasn't the measured, stinging sla

I Do Not Buy People

Christie's POV "I said let her go," Lyon repeated. He didn't look at Diane. He didn't look at Anna, who was hiding behind my mother’s shoulder. He looked only at me. "Christie, did they do that to your face?"I couldn't speak. My throat felt like it was full of glass. I just looked at him, my eyes pleading with him to see past the dress and the makeup."She fell," Anna blurted out. "She’s clumsy. Always has been. Now, are we going to talk business or are you just going to stare?"Diane stepped forward, pulling a folder from under her arm—the same folder she had threatened me with earlier. "My daughter is a valuable asset, Mr. Lyon. Her research alone is worth millions. If you wish to continue your... association with her, we require a gesture of good faith. The Graves estate has certain obligations. Sign these papers, and she’s yours to take."Lyon finally looked at the folder. He reached through the bars, his fingers brushing the paper. He didn't take it. He grabbed the folder and

Obligations

Christie’s POVThick silence followed Lyon's declaration. My stepfather didn't flinch. He looked at the men in the black suits, then back at Lyon. There was no fear in Richard’s eyes, only a weary kind of understanding."You’re not taking her like a trophy, Lyon," Richard said, his voice level. "She’s a grown woman, and this is her home. If she wants to go with you, she walks out those gates on her own feet. But I won't have you hauling her off like she’s property."Lyon’s jaw tightened, the muscle jumping in his cheek. He looked at me, his eyes searching mine. The predatory energy he’d been radiating dialed back, replaced by an intensity that was focused entirely on me. "Christie," Lyon said. "The car is open. You know you don't belong in this house."I looked at the shattered iron gates, then back at the mansion. Diane and Anna had retreated and were now standing on the porch, huddled together like vultures waiting for the dust to settle. I wanted to leave. I wanted to let Lyon dr

The Debt

Christie’s POVThe air in the foyer was ice as Richard stood in the center of the marble floor, his presence the only thing keeping the room from spinning out of control. Julian remained by the door.Diane and Anna joined."Explain it better, Diane," Richard said. His voice was low, vibrating with a danger that usually made my mother back down. "I built this family on a debt-free name. Why is Julian here to collect on a legacy I haven't finished writing?"Diane didn't look at him. She looked at me, her eyes brimming with fake tears. "We didn't want to tell you, Richard. Everything I told you before is true. We knew how proud you were of her. We wanted to protect the image of the brilliant Dr. Graves.""Protect what?" I asked, my voice cracking. "I haven't taken a dime from this house in years.""The private trials, Christie," Anna chimed in, her voice a fragile whisper. She moved to her mother’s side, clutching her silk robe. "The specialized equipment you said the university wouldn

Explain It Away

Christie’s POVThe air in the foyer was ice as Richard stood in the center of the marble floor, his presence the only thing keeping the room from spinning out of control. Julian remained by the door.Diane and Anna joined."Explain it better, Diane," Richard said. His voice was low, vibrating with a danger that usually made my mother back down. "I built this family on a debt-free name. Why is Julian here to collect on a legacy I haven't finished writing?"Diane didn't look at him. She looked at me, her eyes brimming with fake tears. "We didn't want to tell you, Richard. Everything I told you before is true. We knew how proud you were of her. We wanted to protect the image of the brilliant Dr. Graves.""Protect what?" I asked, my voice cracking. "I haven't taken a dime from this house in years.""The private trials, Christie," Anna chimed in, her voice a fragile whisper. She moved to her mother’s side, clutching her silk robe. "The specialized equipment you said the university wouldn'

Lurking

Lyon’s POVI didn't go back to the mansion. The image of Christie standing behind those broken gates burned into my mind. I could still feel the phantom heat of her skin where I’d touched her lip. My wolf was pacing, a low, constant snarl vibrating in my chest that had nothing to do with the engine."Ren," I said, my voice tight. "Take the team back to the north. Keep a double guard on Nima. I’m staying."Ren didn't ask why. He knew the look in my eyes. "The penthouse at the Grand Regal is ready, Alpha. We’ve already moved your secure lines in."I dropped them off at the perimeter of the city and drove alone. The Grand Regal sat in the center of the high-society district, a glass tower that overlooked the fake, manicured lives of people like Diane Graves. I checked into the penthouse under a corporate name, shedding my leather jacket for a charcoal suit that cost more than most people's cars. If I was going to pull Christie out of that cage, I had to understand the bars.The next ni

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