“No…!” Lisa feebly tried to keep distance between herself and a bald, chubby man who had her around the waist. The man's smile faded when he heard the door open with a bang. Before he could speak, Alistair had already let out a loud roar and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, releasing the man's hands from Lisa's waist and landing a good punch on the abuser. “What the hell is this?” The man asked, holding his face and, seeing blood on his own fingers, he pointed at Alistair. “Who the hell do you think you are, hitting me like that?” Marie was already inside the room and let out a little scream, then ran to Lisa. “Lisa!” she tried to hold her friend, who had fallen onto the couch. “Babe, get up!” “Wait for me outside,” Alistair said with a cold voice and Marie nodded, putting Lisa’s arm around her neck and getting out of there. As soon as the door closed, the fat man tried to hit Alistair, who dodged and grabbed him by the back of the neck. “Do you think getting a woman drun
“I’m not lying!” He then looked at Lisa. “Wife, why don’t you come clean about what happened last night?” Lisa bit her lip. She couldn’t remember a thing from the night before. However, she doubted Alistair would have saved her. Not only was he useless, but he was probably mad at her for tricking him into going to the Fencing Club. She completely ignored the fact that he had beaten Edward without batting an eyelid. “I-I don’t remember,” was what she replied, and Alistair threw his hands up and ran one of them through his hair. He then looked at Marie. “Very well, you were there. Why don’t you tell the truth?” Alistair looked more confidently at everyone around him, especially Edward. However, this one kept a smile on his lips and Alistair narrowed his eyes. Marie stood up and Cathy approached the girl. “Come on, honey, tell the truth. Don’t be afraid,” The girl swallowed hard and looked at Lisa and then at Edward. Her eyes fell to the floor and Alistair's bad feeling was proven
“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
Alistair looked at Jessica, his eyebrows furrowed. “Why did you stop me from going after this girl?” He asked, irritated and looked at the door with disdain. “War Goddess… Please, she is nothing more than a child in terms of power, to me!” Jessica tossed her dark blonde hair back her shoulders and sighed deeply, before turning her sky-blue eyes to Alistair. “Ally, you know what the master said: no fighting, and certainly no killing, inside the clinic,” she pouted and kept her hand on Alistair’s chest, drawing now circles with her fingers. “You’ve been so stressed by that gal… I can help you get that ungrateful one off of your mind.” “Thanks, but I’m fine,” Alistair gently took Jessica’s hand and pulled her away from him before sitting back down on his chair. He closed his eyes and sighed, thinking what a relief it had been not to have to marry that woman. She was insufferable! “Ah!” Jessica said, before pulling a letter out of her bra and smiling at Alistair. “I almost forgot, Al
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
Adam was furious. He owed so much to Kingsley Woods, a man of good heart and principle. And from what he could tell, Alistair was no different. So how could Cathy act as if the boy was no great thing? He was the best!“Now, what does that have to do with anything? Huh? Ally is marrying Lisa and that’s what’s important!” Adam exhaled, trying to control himself. He looked at Lisa. “What are you waiting for, girl? You’re going with Ally to register your wedding now!” Lisa didn't move and looked at Alistair with an expression that, if it could kill, the blond would be lying on the floor, lifeless. Although Lisa didn't like the idea of having to marry a man who wasn't the one she had chosen for herself, besides, as her mother put it, being a poor village boy, she wouldn't go against her father, after all, she wouldn't be able to run away from marriage for long. She walked past Alistair without even looking at him again, almost bumping into the blonde's shoulder. “Hurry up, what are you
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
Cathy and Adam looked at each other and the woman smiled nervously, fidgeting at the rem of her clothes. “Morris, you must be mistaken…,” she said, shaking her head from side to side. Morris stood up from the table, fists clenched after hearing the words spoken by Cathy, then turning to her. “What do you mean by that? Do you think I, the greatest collector of fine wines in this city, wouldn’t know a good wine from a bad one?” he asked, then brought his hand to his chest with a thud. “I’m Richard Morris!” Cathy looked at her husband for help, but he did nothing. She then turned to her daughter, who had her mouth open, trying to think. “It’s just…” Cathy licked her lips and swallowed hard, before her face turned red as she looked at Alistair, accusingly. “That wine must have come from his now-defunct family! Because, please… how would a poor boy like that be able to afford such expensive wine? And two bottles at that!” Cathy sneered, crossing her arms over her chest and looking di