The Divine Healer and His Many Identities

Chapter 01

“What do you think you’re doing?” Alistair asked as he felt Lauren’s hand on his shoulders and going down his broad chest. The woman’s scent was pleasant to the point of clouding one’s mind. 

“Helping you relax,” Lauren answered with an alluring voice and gave the blonde man a striking smile. “You work too hard, Ally. Let me give you a hand.”

He gently took her hands away from him, only to feel another pair of hands going up his legs and reaching his tights. Alistair held the redhead's hands and shook his head in disapproval.

“Oh, Ally, c’mon. Sit and enjoy it,” the woman kneeling on the floor said seductively, while biting her lips. "I know you'll like how my hands work. And even more..."

Alistair pulled her hands away and stood up. He really liked those women, but he was not going to fall for their charms. That was an everyday thing for Alistair Woods since he moved to that village.

“Girl’s, thanks, but I’m good.”

“Ally, I think I have something here…,” a beautiful brunette said while pushing Alistair to the chair. “It hurts!” She started to open her shirt and, before the fourth woman could use an excuse to touch Alistair, the door of the clinic opened with a bang!

A beautiful yet stern faced woman entered, her raven-hair perfectly combed in a pony-tail. Her clothes made it clear that she was a wealthy woman. Her eyes swept the room and settled on Alistair, who was looking at her with one eyebrow raised, not understanding what the woman was doing. there.

“Did you come for a consultation?” He asked politely, but the woman threw a piece of paper at him, which made Alistair’s four fellow apprentices cover their mouths with their hands. “Miss?”

“Why would I want to have a consultation with a doctor who lives surrounded by shameless and lewd women?” the intruder replied with an air of disdain, and upon hearing this, Alistair’s calm expression changed completely. He clenched his fists on top of the table while throwing daggers at the woman.

“I will not allow you to speak of them like that! Apologize, now!” He demanded in a cold voice that would make anyone tremble, but the stranger smiled sideways, full of pretense, and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“What now? Are you offended because you don’t want to face reality? I just entered here and the first thing I see is a deplorable scene like this…” she looked at the women and then looked Alistair up and down. “I don’t owe you an apology for speaking the truth! I’m here to cancel the deal!”

Alistair’s eyes were cold and he glared at the woman more intensely.

“Who are you?”

The woman pressed her lips together in disbelief that the man didn’t know who she was, but then, what could she expect from a poor village doctor?

“I am Louise Weisz, the first female War God of Hudrax!” She replied arrogantly and lifted her chin. “I want you to annul the marriage contract. You and I are from very different worlds. You are not qualified to join me in matrimony.”

Alistair did not change his expression, he simply leaned towards the woman and, only then, offered a contemptuous smile.

“With pleasure, Miss Weisz — he signed the papers and slid them in Louise’s direction. “Now, apologize to my sisters and get out of here!”

Louise twisted her mouth as if she found this request absolutely ridiculous!

“You can dream on! I will not apologize to this bunch of…”, she looked at the women with contempt, “harlots!”

This time, Alistair was truly angry and stood up, ready for a fight, but the eldest of the beauties placed her hand on Alistair’s chest and stopped him from continuing to walk, then looked at Louise.

“You can go. Just go and don’t come back,” she said, and Louise scoffed, but turned around and walked away stiffly, her high heels echoing on the tile.

‘As if I want to spend another minute in the presence of these… outcasts! I’m too noble for that!’