The Harem Of A Rustic Veterinarian Mga Nobela at Kwento

She nodded and invited Sasha and me to join her for tea before gliding back out of the room. I waited for Sasha to follow her before querying Mitch on just who Justin was. To my surprise, and relief, he was a one-thousand-year-old handler. I was going to have help! This fantastic news far overshadowed the shock of Sasha’s presence and helped alleviate some of the embarrassment that I felt when I remembered Sasha’s groping caused my breast to leak milk onto my shirt. This was something that I hadn’t remembered while being scrutinized by Keona. Thank goodness the woman had the tact not to mention it. I almost skipped out of the room to give my breasts the attention they greatly needed, shower,

There are two more people here! My head snapped to where Damon and Replica were standing only to be surprised again. In fact, this time I was more observant of their behavior. Before I could draw a conclusion, Aaron nuzzled his face in the crock of my nape, causing shivers to travel down my spine. I trembled slightly as my heart went into a frenzy. If that wasn’t enough to make me go crazy, he had to rub his face on the nape of my neck like a puppy craving affection.

Rimidal's voice boomed throughout the large room. In an instant, about half a dozen beautiful women came strolling over to them from different parts of the room. As they neared, Charlotte found herself taking a step closer to Rimidal. There was no mistaking that crimson gleam of their eyes. Rimidal did have a true harem of his own in his home. Each of these girls were vampires and there was no telling how long they had been there. Or if they had been captured the way Charlotte had and then eventually turned.

Especially not when his six-year-old had wormed her way up her heart already. Mentor Gayle Calloway Jr. had always thought he was doing okay. His ranch was turning out very well over the years, Lucerne-Alpane was paradise to him and his daughter was fine, so what else could he need? The arrival of a new neighbour up the road puts the rancher's whole belief into question when he starts having feelings for her, to his annoyance.

I said innocently while trying to chew and I honestly have no idea how that worked. Cassie and Sophia burst out laughing their asses out. Cassie and Sophia are my best friend. Cassie was a white wolf, she was the eldest of the three of us, the fastest and my elder brothers mate, who happens to be the Alpha of Inara pack, which is my pack. Cassie is one of my mom's book class member's daughter, hence how we met and how she ended up being my brother's mate.

As soon as we walked out of the village, Colt looked relieved and said, "Phew. That was a close one. Ms. Dumbarton was a very demanding customer. The last time I was in her house fixing some cracked fences, she asked me to repaint the whole wall for her. And the pig's feet she cooked were poisoned. Yuck. I got diarrhea for four days after that. Talking about detoxing." "Why don't you say no to her?" I asked. Colt shrugged and said, "I don't know. Maybe because I have an uncontrollable need to please others." Well, all of his designs did make it very clear about that. Darren asked, "Isn't there a doctor in the village? So what do people do if they're sick?" Colt said, "They usually go to the

She spun around and a black jeep parked a few feet away from her. A huge man stepped out, opened the back door and carried out what looked like a wounded deer. She was surprised to see a fawn jump out as well. “I need help. She got hit by a car!” The man said urgently. Naomi immediately pushed the clinic door open, “Carry her inside quickly!” Daykan froze as he heard the vet’s voice. Her clear order seemed like a sound he had been waiting to hear all his life. He had been so preoccupied with the deer that he hadn’t noticed how delicious this vet smelled. He could pick up traces of her scent even with the animal covered in blood in his arms.

The herd moved steadily, and he guessed it would be another hour before they were all in the stockade, which led to the holding pen. Theo closed the gate when the last of the cattle entered the stockyard, and Asher rode around to the front of the holding pen. “Morning, Doc.” Mark Phillips, the town veterinarian, turned and nodded his head at Asher. “Asher. Welcome home.” Asher leaned his arms on the gate’s railings as the cattle moved through the chute one at a time. The dust swirled around their hooves, the cattle complaining about the tight chute, their bellows, loud. Doc turned back to the cow, and gripped the skin on its neck, he stuck the needle in, and administered the vaccine. The cow

The healer, introducing themselves as Rian, offered to guide me to a small village nestled within the park, where other specialists practiced restorative arts. I followed, moving carefully, aware of the forest’s subtle sounds—the distant calls of wolves, the rustling of nocturnal animals. The village was a cluster of wooden huts, smoke curling from chimneys, the faint glow of lanterns casting a golden hue over cobblestone paths. Wolves moved freely, some fully human, others in transition, tending to gardens and fountains. The air smelled of herbs, incense, and fresh-baked bread. Rian led me to a small hut with a hand-carved sign: Healing and Restoration, For Wolves and Humans Alike.

The healer, introducing themselves as Rian, offered to guide me to a small village nestled within the park, where other specialists practiced restorative arts. I followed, moving carefully, aware of the forest’s subtle sounds—the distant calls of wolves, the rustling of nocturnal animals. The village was a cluster of wooden huts, smoke curling from chimneys, the faint glow of lanterns casting a golden hue over cobblestone paths. Wolves moved freely, some fully human, others in transition, tending to gardens and fountains. The air smelled of herbs, incense, and fresh-baked bread. Rian led me to a small hut with a hand-carved sign: Healing and Restoration, For Wolves and Humans Alike.