All Chapters of Fated To The Human Doctor : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Lyon’s POVI stepped out of my truck, the heavy thud of the door closing echoed across the gravel. The sentries guarding the main gates immediately went silent. They had been whispering among themselves, but my presence cut through their chatter like a blade. They bowed their heads, but I could feel their eyes on me. I had been away too long. To a pack, an absent Alpha is a sign of weakness, and I could feel the tension in the air.I didn't stop to greet anyone. My boots clicked against the stone floor of the main hall as I headed toward the royal wing. I needed to see Nima. My mother had been recovering well since Christie treated her, but she was still the heart of this pack. She was also the only one who truly understood why I was spending so much time in the city. She believed Christie was my fated mate, and she was waiting for the day I finally brought the doctor home for good.I was halfway across the hall when a sharp scent of expensive perfume and agitation hit me. "So, the

Christie’s POV The morning sun hit the charcoal-gray Bentley parked in the lab’s gravel lot, making it glow like a polished jewel. From my workstation near the window, I could see it clearly. It looked completely out of place against the backdrop of the rusted fence and the modest cars of my coworkers. It wasn’t just a car; it was a loud, expensive statement that I wasn't prepared to make to the world. I tried to focus on my microscope. I had a dozen samples to analyze, but my ears were ringing with the whispers from the breakroom. Every time I walked past a group of colleagues, the talking stopped. When I looked back, they were huddled together, casting glances toward the parking lot and then at me. "Must be nice," I heard one of the junior techs whisper as I headed to the centrifuge. "I guess being a doctor isn't the only way she’s making money these days." The judgment in their eyes was like a physical weight. They didn't see the long hours I spent caring for my father or the

Christie's POV I nodded, unable to find my words. The courier gave another small bow, walked back to his truck, and began to back the trailer out of the driveway. The silence that followed was broken by a sound that was barely human. Anna let out a literal shriek of rage. The sound was so loud it echoed off the walls of the house and seemed to ring through the entire neighborhood. She descended the porch steps, her gold gown fluttering around her legs, and stormed toward me. "Two?" she screamed, her voice cracking. "He gave you two cars? In one day? This is impossible! This is insane!"She reached out as if she wanted to grab the keys from my hand, but I stepped back, keeping my grip tight. Anna’s face was twisted. The mask of the ‘perfect daughter’ she had worn for years was completely gone. In its place was a raw, ugly jealousy that made her look like a stranger. "How are you doing this?" Anna yelled, her chest heaving. "What did you say to him? How much have you manipulated hi

Christie’s POVThe atmosphere inside the Graves estate was like a storm that refused to break. Every time I stepped out of my father’s room, I could feel the sharp, bitter eyes of my mother and sister following me. They didn't care about Richard’s recovery or the fact that his heart was finally beating with a steady rhythm. All they cared about was the charcoal-gray Bentley sitting in the driveway."It is sitting there gathering dust, Christie!" Diane snapped as I walked toward the kitchen to fix a tray of tea. "The social season is at its peak. Do you have any idea what it would do for our standing if Anna was seen arriving at the club in that car? It’s selfish to keep it locked away just to prove a point.""I am not proving a point, Mom," I said, my voice tired but firm. "I am respecting a gift that was given to me. And the answer is still no."Anna was sitting at the dining table, her face twisted in a permanent scowl. She hadn't stopped pestering me since the SUV arrived. "You’r

Lyon’s POVThe morning sun poured into the penthouse, warm and golden. I was still in bed, the scent of Christie’s hair filling my senses as I held her close. For a few hours, the weight of the North and the greed of the Graves family felt like they belonged to a different life. I felt a rare, quiet happiness. I had made her a promise—a future where she was safe, respected, and loved. Then, my phone vibrated on the nightstand. The sharp, mechanical buzz felt like a slap in the face.I reached out and saw Ren’s name on the screen. I frowned. Ren knew I was with Christie. He wouldn’t call this early unless the perimeter had been breached or something had gone terribly wrong. I slipped out of bed, trying not to wake her, and stepped toward the window."Speak," I said, answering the phone."Alpha," Ren’s voice came through, and my blood turned to ice. He sounded tense—shaky, even. Ren never sounded shaky. "We have a situation at the main estate. A serious one.""What is it? Is it the s