My Childish Luna

Prologue

Ellie POV

"You're seriously making me wear this slutty disgusitng outfit my dear best friend?" I said looking it up and down in disgust.

Clint smirked at that, causing me to express my disagreement with a low, guttural sound.

"Might I remind you that I do not wear dresses!" I responded firmly, emphasising my stance on the matter.

How did we become such close friends? Perhaps it was because I playfully teased him about his name. I call him clit sometimes.

He's grown used to it by now.

"Come on, Ellie," he whined.

Clint is our beta to the dark blood pack, and although I'm not his mate, he is so whipped over me. (not really)

"I dread the day your poor mate has to deal with you," Clint said as I chuckled at that, plopping down on the bed.

As for me, I was still 17.

At the age of 18, I will be able to sense my mate, and they will be able to sense me.

Although it may sound confusing, Clint and I are both aware that we are not mates. He is like a brother to me, and I love him dearly.

Regardless, my birthday is tomorrow, but instead of feeling excited, I find myself counting down the minutes. In approximately 5 minutes and 21 seconds, I will turn 18!

"Clint!" Our Alpha called out in his obnoxious tone.

"Yes, Ramond?"

I heard his footsteps coming closer.

The door smashed open, making my picture frames fall down off my wall.

My jaw dropped in shock.

He was so heartless for our belongings!

"Urgh, look what you have done!" I screeched immediately, getting up to sort it out.

Clint immediately put his hand to his face in dismay upon hearing that.

He advised me that it would be wise to remain silent and show respect to our Alpha, but I must admit that I find it difficult to comply.

Ramond Alpha's commands do not hold any sway over me.

"Excuse me?" He growled.

I glared at him, standing myself back up.

"Who do you think you are? Talking to an Alpha like that?"

"I'm Ellie Black Thorne, and I'm your worse nightmare,"

Clint once again facepalmed himself.

My back was suddenly pressed against the wall.

Again.

Unfazed.

"You have beautiful dark eyes, Alpha," I smiled.

"Ellie..." Clint cautioned as Ramond growled, baring his teeth at me.

"What's the matter? Wolf got your tongue?"

"I would watch it, pup."

"You should not speak about yourself in such a derogatory manner," I gasped.

"I give up," I heard Clint groan.

Ramond was digging his nail into my wrists.

"If you dig any deeper, you might touch a bone," I smirked, not caring that my blood was trickling down my arms.

He let me go, backing away to take a breather and to control his wolf.

"Are you finished? Or are you going to destroy the pack house with your huffing and puffing?"

"That's it!"

I let out a squeal and ran away as he chased after me.

I shifted into my black wolf as he did the same.

Nick, our third in command, shook his head at me, chuckling at how much I sometimes provoke Ramond.

"Try to catch me, Alpha," I said with a slight smile through the mind link.

That seemed to irritate him more. I found it rather amusing, for some reason. It somehow exhilarates me.

Ramond and I have a long history of hatred towards each other. He never despised me to the point of kicking me out from the pack; he merely imposed a few punishments here and there.

As I reminisced about those delightful memories, an unexpected sharp object ensnared my left hind paw. I found myself falling to the ground, unable to suppress a whimper as a howl of pain escaped my lips.

Upon inspection, I discovered that I had unfortunately become trapped in a bear trap.

Ramond wolf came to a halt. Despite my predicament, he continued to snarl at me.

"Please help me, Ramond!" I exclaimed.

"And why should I?" he inquired through the mind link, a wolfish smirk playing on his lips.

Now he found it amusing as I gradually rose up, slightly unsteady, attempting to disregard the discomfort.

I lost my composure.

"Fine, leave me to the vampires asshole, some Alpha you are!" I spat through the mind link.

He didn't take that kindly and tackled me down, snarling near my snout, baring his teeth at me.

It seemed to me that I heard the sound of a clock indicating that it was midnight.

Ramond abruptly stopped growling as his wolf eyes widened.

We both gradually shifted with him, still hovering over me, his piercing blue eyes locking onto my chocolate brown ones.

Oh no.

And that's when he said it...

"Mate..."

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Author Note

28/07/24

It has been quite some time since I last used this account, and I must admit that I find some of my previous writings and stories very cringe 😭😂

I will try my best to correct my horrible spelling and grammar to make the book somewhat readable, I will keep the story of how it is. It is random and everywhere, so good luck. I don't know what my 15/16 year old brain was thinking at the time as I wrote this back in 2016.

Thank you to all for the love and support on this book throughout the years and to the new readers (if you read the author notes  😉). I've warned you! xx