Novel & Cerita The Harem Of A Rustic Veterinarian

she cries. "Like...?" I ask in doubt. "Nelson, the landscape Architect" "Nelson is a womanizer" I say in a bored tune. "What about Alex?" "Alex is an egocentric goat who thinks he's smart but is as dumb as the ass of a chicken" "And Derrick?"

She's my only daughter and I'll do anything to keep her happy. Slowly, I pull my legs out of the heels. My pride snapping into pieces. My eyes darted around to see if there's any hidden camera. I have acted just as tough in front of the camera. Untameable. If a video of this scene were to get out, it would be too disgraceful. I might get crushed even. I wear the provided slip-ons and cock my head to the side, "anything else before I feed that damned mouth of yours to the dog?"

Plus, my doctor said my hormones were out of balance, and I needed a way to relieve the stress. However, I already had a wolfhound at home. Salem Tarr would definitely have taken issue with it. Sensing my hesitation, the vendor kicked the beastkin. "Get up and show the lady your muscles." The beastkin rose to his feet slowly. Chains bound his body, and he could only remove his black T-shirt with one hand, instantly revealing his lean, pale muscles. However, his skin was covered in bruises and scars.

"Do you really think that I will allow you to stay here if you’re damaged goods? I don’t care how beautiful your face is or how much spirit you have. If you aren’t what my customers are looking for, then I’ll leave you to become a whore out on the streets." At her words, I feel a shiver roll through me. Left to become nothing more than a whore on the streets. I was familiar with the way they lived and the ones who were in charge of them. If I thought being a breeder was a horrible fate, then I was wrong, very wrong. "You know what to do," Madam Ophilia barks, shoving me toward the two waiting women. "She’s all yours." Gasping, I find myself being pulled into the examination room and forced o

He wanted to do something—anything—to fix this. By the time I reached the pack clinic, I was almost breathless. “I need your attention here!” I barked as I kicked the doors open. Dr. Helena, the middle-aged woman who had been one of the pack’s healers for years, rushed toward me. She didn’t ask questions. She simply directed me to an examination bed. I laid Venus down carefully, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. Her skin felt too cold. Too still. “What happened?” Helena asked, pulling on gloves.

I never thought I'd be back in Cedar Grove, yet here I was, sitting behind my father's old desk in the clinic he'd built from the ground up. Dr. Isla Rivers, following in her father's footsteps – that's what everyone in town kept saying, their voices laced with pity. Twenty-eight years old, newly appointed head veterinarian of Cedar Grove Animal Clinic, and completely alone. Well, not completely. I had my patients – the four-legged variety that couldn't ask questions about Dad's disappearance or why I'd abandoned my promising career at a prestigious Chicago animal hospital to return to this tiny town.

They’ll just have to move on to somewhere else. He stormed out expecting to see Mrs Grady or one of the older church ladies puttering about their old Chevy car they used only to get to town once a week and church. But it wasn’t. This was an old truck with a cover over the bed and the smallest woman he’d ever seen trying to climb into the back of it, with bags as big as her. He didn’t have a clue who she was, but there were words on the truck’s door that read, DR. R. Allen, Lilac Grove Veterinary Services & Clinic, Specializing in Large Breads with an address and phone number.

Alongside them were threads so filthy their original color was indistinguishable. Emily let her eyes wander as he worked, truly noticing the space for the first time. The clinic was dim and cramped, the air thick with a mix of herbs, sweat, and rot. Instruments—dull and rusted—lay strewn across shelves. “I had assumed a vetted vitaecer’s clinic would be a little more… sanitary,” she muttered under her breath. The vitaecer didn’t flinch. “Feel free to clean it. Consider that your payment for the operation.”

"And you are the latest attraction." "I'm sure you are familiar with the Rodeos your kind have created to use and abuse helpless little no-furs as your sex objects. It's sort of like that." The cruel Hare in the uniform patted Guru's head and then pulled hard on his fur. "Shall we start the bidding?" "Gentlehares." The Hare started to address an audience Guru couldn't see. "This is a treat. What we have here is not only a rare Northern Forest Blonde-fur but the world-renowned Guru."

And, I hadn't spent much time with him. However, the one kiss we had shared left an impression. "It has been busy. Work was crazy. Equipment is being moved for the spring harvest." Tristan was a jack of all trades it seemed. At least that's how Riley and Vince explained it to me. He was a very good diesel mechanic who got dispatched to do loads and run harvest equipment. He didn't mind working long, grueling hours. "I'll be moved in by tomorrow. Just have the bed and a few small boxes to move tomorrow."