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Life is not a fairytale. It's like a nightmare & for immortals it can be fucking endless.
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#922426 added October 19, 2017 at 7:21pm
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Chapter Twenty – Worst Day Since Yesterday
"That was your father he asked me to meet him down at the stables. Why don't you stay here and keep having fun? I'll be back shortly." I say bending down to peck Raelynne on the cheek.

I head down to the stables to meet with Mr. Wallace. I silently pray that this won't take long. I'd like to get back to Raelynne and see if she would like to go for a long walk so we can be alone to get to know each other better. I still haven't had the courage to ask her more about her and Griff. I can’t help but feel that there was more to their relationship than co-workers and that alone unsettles me. I reach for my back pocket where I have his letter neatly folded. I just need to find the right moment to give it back to her.

I meet with Mr. Wallace and we go over the schedule for this weekend. He tells me he doesn't think there will be any trouble this weekend but he would like for us to be prepared anyway. As we are getting ready to leave he turns to me and says, "Listen Marshall, I'm sure you are aware by now that Raelynne can't shift right now."

"Yes, sir she explained that to me earlier." I reply.

"Yes, well. I did see the two of you talking earlier”, he says clearing his throat.

He continues, "Raelynne has taken a liking to you and well that isn’t something easily accomplished. My daughter has always been a little complicated to say the least, as was Fenris as you know. Both were taught at an early age to be independent and I think with my daughter I may have cause more harm than good. She things she can take on the world and doesn’t need anyone. Lord knows her partner Griff had his hands full with her. Goddess bless him,” he says.

He stands up from the desk and begins pacing the floor. “I would like to ask you to personally see that Raelynne is protected. Not just this week but on going. I need someone I can trust and someone that she is comfortable with. Not just because she's my daughter but because she is the next Alpha of our pack. I need to make sure she doesn’t end up in any…how shall I say this? Compromising positions."
I look at Mr. Wallace not sure what to say. I can’t help but wonder if he can sense my attraction to her. I nervously clear my throat.

“Marshall, he says stopping in front of me. There is no reason to be nervous. I understand my daughter is very attractive and very much a handful. I would think you weren’t sane if you weren’t effected by her. I’m not dumb. I see the way men look at her. However, to me she will always be my little girl and I want her protected.”

"Sir, I pledge on my honour, I am willing to lay down my life for your daughter, as well as for any member of the Wallace family. However, with all due respect you do realize Raelynne is also a highly decorated F.B.I. Agent, trained by your own Master or Arms in all forms of combat and weapons. Plus, as you said she has alpha blood in her veins and very capable of handling herself in any situation. Again, no disrespect sir."

"None taken Marshall. And yes, I know you pledged your allegiance just as all the Hell Hounds have. However, there are certain things going on right now that I'd rather not get into details with you about other than I would feel much better having the best of the best watching over my little girl to ensure her alpha blood stays in her veins" he says.

"Of course, Mr. Wallace. When would you like for me to start?" I ask.

"You already have" he says. He slaps my back and says “Now get back to my daughter and keep making her smile. She likes you Marshall and I have a good feeling about you two, just don’t tell my wife. She would castrate me." He smiles then turns and walks out of the stable before I can say anything.

I look down at my watch and realize I've been gone just over thirty minutes. I head back to the pavilion to find Raelynne. I feel like the rug has been pulled out from underneath me. As much as I would like to investigate this weird pull I have towards Raelynne, I know I need to keep things professional. Now more than ever.

As I round the path I see my brother Maddox with a chick in tow. I notice its Celia. I don't even want to know what those two are up to. "Hey Maddox. Hey Celia" I say.

Maddox glares at me and says, "I see you're getting very chummy with the Wallace clan. Just don't forget your place little brother."

I look at Maddox and reply "Yeah and don't forget who gives the orders." With that, I walk away and continue onward to the pavilion. “

“Great” I say to myself, “someone else reminding me, I’m just the hired help. Then again. Maddox takes every opportunity he can to be little me even over the smallest of things. Sometimes I wonder why I put up with his shit. Oh yeah, he’s my twin brother and besides that bastard of a grandfather of ours, he is the only family I have left.

I spend the next twenty minutes looking for Raelynne. I run into Winston and ask if he's seen her lately. He tells me he saw her head down to the stables a few minutes ago.

Suddenly, I'm filled with a sense of dread. I turn and run back towards the stables. I arrive just time to see her taking off on horseback. Maddox and Celia are running out of the stables, both half-dressed. Maddox yells "That crazy bitch slapped me."

"What the hell did you say to her Maddox?" I yell as I unhitched the horse in front of me.

"I didn't say anything. She just barged in the office screaming just as Celia and I were starting to have fun" he says.

Celia is screaming obscenities in the background and yelling at Maddox something about what he is going to do to fix this.

I look at Maddox and realize he's wearing one of my white Ralph Lauren Polo shirts. "God damn-it Maddox. She thought you were me. Stop wearing my damn clothes." I yell as I turn the horse and take off after her.

Today has turned out to be the worse than yesterday. Can it get any worse?
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