All Chapters of Fated To The Human Doctor : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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The Beast On Your Side

Christie’s POVThe fluorescent lights of the public lab flickered to life, buzzing with a sterile electricity that felt worlds away from the blood-stained bridge. Lyon walked in behind me, his bare chest still damp with sweat. He looked entirely out of place among the centrifuges and stainless steel, yet he moved with a calm that suggested he owned every square inch of the building.He dragged a heavy chair toward the only entrance and sat down, crossing his arms. "Work," he commanded. his voice was a low rumble. "I’m not leaving this door until the sun is up."I stood by my workbench, my hands hovering over a rack of vials. My fingers were still shaking. I looked at the microscope, then back at the man who had just shredded a car door with his bare hands. "How?" I whispered. The word felt small in the quiet lab. "Lyon, I’m a scientist. I understand cells. I understand DNA. What I saw on that bridge... it defies every law of biology I’ve ever studied. You grew. Your skeletal struct

Marked By The Alpha

Christie’s POVOkay, Lyon went out and sorted out what it was. Nothing serious. I breathed a sigh of relief.The hum of the mainframe was the only sound left in the room. I had finished the sequence, but I couldn't move. I stayed seated at the stool, my back to Lyon, feeling the heat of his gaze like a physical weight on my skin. The fear I had was suddenly replaced by a deep, pulsing awareness that I was alone in a locked room with a predator who had just claimed my soul.I turned the stool around. Lyon was still sitting by the door, but his posture had changed. He wasn't guarding me anymore; he was devouring me with his eyes. "The work is done," I whispered.Lyon stood up. He didn't say a word as he crossed the room. His movements were fluid and silent. When he reached me, he didn't stop until his thighs were pressed against my knees. He reached down, his large hands cupping my face, his thumbs stroking the line of my cheekbones."I’ve been waiting all night to do this," he said

Back

Christie's POV I didn't want to go home and Lyon decided it was best to take me with him to the North. There was no shying away now. I was going to follow him. The city was a gray blur in the rearview mirror as Lyon pushed the truck toward the open highway. The air coming through the vents felt cleaner, smelling of the damp pine and mountain air that lay ahead. I watched Lyon’s profile—the steady set of his jaw and the relaxed way he held the steering wheel. For the first time in years, I felt like I was moving toward a future rather than running from a past.The silence of the cabin was shattered by the sharp, persistent trill of my phone. I pulled it from my bag, my heart jumping. The caller ID showed my mother’s name. I looked at Lyon. His eyes flickered to the screen, his nostrils flaring slightly as he recognized the contact."Don't answer it," he said, his voice a low warning. "She’s just looking for a way to pull you back in."I hesitated, the phone vibrating against my pa

Heart Problems

Christie's POV “Are you sure you want me to take you back to that house?” Lyon asked one last time. I nodded. “This is important. Richard is the only one who ever treated me like a real human being.”The screech of the tires against the asphalt was the only sound that dared to break the tension. Lyon didn't argue further, but the way he swung the heavy truck into a sharp U-turn told me everything I needed to know about his frustration. “Let's get going. The last thing I want is to do anything that would displease you.”The engine roared, pushing us back toward the city skyline we had just escaped.I sat with my hands clenched in my lap, my eyes fixed on the road ahead. Every second felt like an hour. I kept seeing my step father’s face—the way he had looked at me at the gala, tired and defeated, yet offering that small nod of respect. Why did he find himself in the company of Diane and Anna?These people simply did things that suited their interests. They didn't really care abou

Priorities

Christie's POV Actually, all i could smell was the expensive hair lotions and body sprays as I rounded the corner into the living room. I was expecting to see paramedics or an oxygen tank. Instead, I saw Diane standing in front of the ornate gilded mirror, fastening a string of pearls around her neck. Anna was sitting on the chaise lounge, stepping into a pair of towering silver heels.They were dressed in full evening wear—sequins, silk, and jewels that caught the morning light."What are you doing?" I choked out, my voice raw. "Where the hell are you going? You just called me screaming that Dad was dying in a hospital!"Diane didn't even turn around. She adjusted her earring, her reflection looking at me with a cold, glassy composure. "He isn't in the hospital anymore, Christie. He’s upstairs in his room.”“And there's no one with him? Does that mean he's now completely fine?”I was screaming. I was both frantic

Left Alone

Christie's POV Richard lay in the center of the massive bed, looking small beneath the heavy velvet quilt. His skin was the color of wet parchment, and his breathing was shallow—a rattling sound that made my chest tighten with every exhale.Lyon closed the door softly behind us, but he didn't move away from it. He stood like a silent guardian, his eyes fixed on the man in the bed."Dad?" I whispered, rushing to the bedside.Richard’s eyes fluttered open. They were bloodshot and unfocused, but when they finally settled on me, a small, pained flicker of relief crossed his face. He tried to sit up, but his hand shook so violently he fell back against the pillows."Christie," he wheezed. "You... you really did come back home."I nodded. "Diane said she was going to call to inform you—""Don't talk," I interrupted, my medical instincts taking over. I reached for his wrist, checking his pulse. It was thready and irr

My Human

Christie's POV The house had settled into a heavy stillness. Upstairs, the rhythmic, labored sound of my father’s breathing had finally smoothed out into the deep pull of a sedative-induced sleep. I had checked his vitals four times in the last hour, adjusted his pillows, and set a glass of water within reach, even though I knew he wouldn't wake for a long time. I couldn't stay in that room anymore. The air felt charged with the ghost of Diane’s perfume and the lingering sting of her betrayal. I slipped out of the room, my footsteps silent on the carpet, and headed downstairs. I pushed through the front door and stepped onto the porch, needing the bite of the night air to clear the fog in my brain. I hadn't been standing there for more than a minute when I felt the shift in the air behind me. I didn't need to turn around to know it was him. The heat radiating from his body was a familiar anchor.

Seeking Relevance

Unknown POV The crystal chandeliers of the Don’s ballroom cast a blinding light over the assembled elite. For Diane and Anna, the atmosphere was thick with the scent of expensive lilies and the desperate hope of a social resurrection. They moved through the crowd like a single, shimmering unit, their smiles fixed and practiced, though their eyes scanned the room with the predatory focus of hunters.Diane adjusted the silk stole on her shoulder, her gaze landing on a group of young men standing near the champagne fountain. They were the sons of the city’s most powerful banking dynasties—exactly the kind of bloodline Anna needed to secure."Remember, Anna," Diane whispered, her voice barely moving her lips. "Be charming. Mention the new research foundation your father is 'planning.' Do not mention Christie, and certainly do not mention that man she is with. Tonight is about shifting the narrative."Anna nodded, her gold gown catching the light as she glided toward the first target. It

Ugly Enough

Unknown The crystal ballroom was beginning to feel like a cage. The music, which had seemed so grand at the start of the evening, now felt like a taunting, rhythmic reminder of their fading status. Diane and Anna retreated to a table in the shadows of the far balcony, tucked away from the main swirl of dancers and the sharp tongues of the high-society matrons who had once kissed their cheeks in greeting. Anna slumped into her chair, the heavy gold sequins of her gown no longer feeling like armor, but like a lead weight. Her shoulders were hunched, and her breathing was shallow as she stared at her reflection in the polished surface of the table. She looked like a girl who had been through a war and lost every battle."I can’t do this anymore, Mom," Anna whispered, her voice cracking with the strain of holding back a sob. "Did you see Marcus? He didn't even wait for me to finish my sentence before he made up that ridiculous lie about a betrothal in the North. And Leo… Leo was crue

Deep Pockets

Unknown POV Diane’s hand remained like a vice on Anna’s wrist as they stood up from the secluded table. She didn't let go until they were halfway across the marble floor, weaving through the thinning crowd toward the buffet. Rickon Rutledge stood there, awkwardly holding a plate of appetizers as if he weren't quite sure what to do with them. Up close, he was exactly as Diane had described. His teeth were noticeably large, pushing forward against his upper lip, and his eyes were wide and bulgy, giving him a look of permanent surprise. However, the watch on his wrist was a rare masterpiece, and the heavy signet ring on his finger bore the crest of a family that owned more land than the Graves ever had in generations. At thirty-five, he was in his prime—and most importantly, he was looking at the room like a man who was lonely."Mr. Rutledge," Diane chirped, her voice smooth and melodic. "What a delightful surprise to see you here. I was just telling my daughter, Anna, that it has bee

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