The Divine Healer and His Many Identities

“What do you think you’re doing?” Alistair asked calmly as Lauren’s hand trailed down his broad chest.“Helping you relax,” she replied with a sultry smile, her voice low and alluring. “You work too hard, Ally. Let me take care of you.”He gently removed her hand, only to feel another pair sliding up his legs. Alistair caught the redhead’s hands and shook his head, his disapproval evident.“Oh, Ally, don’t be so uptight,” the woman on the floor murmured seductively, biting her lip. “I promise you’ll like what my hands can do... and more.”Alistair stepped away, brushing off her touch. He appreciated these women but refused to be swayed by their charms—a daily test since moving to the village.“Ladies, I’m fine. Thanks,” he said, his voice steady yet final.“Ally, I think I’ve hurt myself,” said a brunette with feigned innocence, pressing him into a chair. “See here—” She began to unbutton her shirt, but before she could continue, the clinic door slammed open.A striking woman with a s

Two years earlier, a man had appeared at the clinic's door, desperate for help. His body was covered in painful sores, and after countless visits to different doctors, no one had been able to diagnose his condition. Word had reached him about the Divine Healer, so Daniel sought out the mysterious man.However, the old healer wasn't there that day. Instead, it was Alistair—a young apprentice with striking green eyes and a mess of blond hair—who treated Daniel. Back then, Alistair was just learning, but now, with Master Alberich retired, he had taken over as the Divine Healer himself."Alistair Woods, I can't express how grateful I am!" Daniel said, a broad smile lighting up his face. "Look at me—my face is nothing like the last time you saw me, right? Thanks to you, I feel healthier than I've ever been!"Daniel opened a worn leather bag he had brought with him and took out two wine bottles, each bearing an ornate, special red seal."These wines are something special, Mr. Woods," Daniel

Alistair looked around and whistled. He had no idea Jessica was rich enough to buy a villa in that area. Walking to the garage, he inspected the cars and laughed. The woman had at least ten cars there, each one more valuable than the last, except for one that had been left out. Before Alistair could think about it any further, his phone rang. Looking at the screen, he saw that it was Adam and answered the call. “Ally? Son, I… I’m sorry! Lisa can have a terrible temper sometimes!” Adam began to speak and Alistair just looked down wearily. “I was completely embarrassed when I saw her arrive alone. The driver told me she had left you on the street, all by yourself right after getting married to you!.” “It's ok, Mr. Anderson…” “No, it’s not okay!” Adam sighed. “Why don’t you come eat with us, huh? Today is your first day as a married couple, so let’s celebrate, yeah?” Alistair wanted to say that there was no reason to celebrate, only to mourn. However, he remembered that these were t

No one knew that before Alistair became a doctor, his master trained him in martial arts and combat techniques, even sending him to war for two years. Alistair, only eighteen years old at the time, was already recognized as an excellent fighter. One of his specialties? Swords and daggers! In a year in the field, Alistair became known as the “King of Mercenaries”, however, there in that city of Lothan, the people around thought that the blond was just bragging without really knowing how to do anything. 'He must be scared to death!' Lisa thought and smiled with her lips closed. Alistair wasn't the kind of man who let himself be influenced by other people, but he had never been so disrespected in his entire life as he had been in the last forty-eight hours. So, with his hands behind his back and a calm smile, he turned to Edward, who was watching him with his brown eyes. “Very well. I accept the invitation to a game.” Marie looked at Alistair with interest. 'Lisa hadn't mentioned t

Edward couldn't believe he had been openly ignored in front of those people! He looked around, retracting his hand and swallowing hard. However, no one really had their eyes on him, but rather on Daniel. Noticing the richest man in town walking toward him, Alistair frowned and raised his hand discreetly, indicating to the man that he did not wish to be recognized. If there was one thing Alistair valued, it was discretion. Daniel noticed Alistair's movement and, even though he didn't want to stop greeting him, he would never contradict Alistair Woods. So he stopped walking and sighed, then turned to Lisa, who was not far from him and smiled at the woman. “Miss Anderson, is that it?” He asked and Lisa smiled widely before reaching out and shaking Daniel’s hand. “Mr. Smith! Yes, I am the only daughter of the Anderson family. And I am so excited and honored to finally be able to speak to you in person!” She placed a hand on her chest. “I admire you so much!” Upon hearing Lisa's last