The Harem Of A Rustic Veterinarian の小説・ストーリー

Randu is still contemplating, and her husband came with a deer that he is carrying. “Help me…” shouted Burdak from below. Randu came down like a half-conscious person, her mind still racing about what the two sisters had said. She had gone down and did what Burdak had told her to do. She prepared a fireplace, and when Burdak gathered wood, she cleaned the Deer with her dagger. Randu has started to be smart..not like before...she has to keep on wincing and holding back vomiting because she skins animals in the forest. "You've been pensive since earlier, are you sick?" Burdak asked his wife who had been skinning his prey deer dreamily. Her gaze is vacant, and she is like a woman moving on her

"I know I just graduated, I don't have a great resume, but I want to try. I know a lot about horses and farm animals." I watch her, feeling a bewildering relief coursing through my veins. I don't know how I would have dealt with the idea of Chiara wanting to leave Germany, wanting to get away from me. Could I set aside the possessive instinct that overwhelmed me a second ago when I thought she would leave me? Never. "I'll tell Hans to make some calls. But if you want, you could open your own clinic." She opens her eyes, her face flushed. "I couldn't, I haven't even had my first job as a veterinarian. No one would want to bring their pets to me."

Aware that this place was where the lowest of the low resided, as this part of town was where the poor and scavengers fought to get through life. The bar they were standing in was a famous hangout for mercenaries, bandits, and many other criminals. "Ravager, I have a request for you." The cloaked figure finally opened her mouth and allowed others who were paying attention to her to realize the person underneath was a woman. The man who went by the name Ravager looked annoyed at the woman for interrupting his time with the two beauties.

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.

Then she focused on getting to the closest vet as soon as possible. The drive was a blur, when Mirena finally arrived at the pet hospital, she skidded into the lot, heart hammering in her chest, only to freeze mid-step. By the counter, dressed in a Pyjamas and carrying a White Samoyed similar to Minho... was none other than Alexander!

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."