My Childish Luna

Chapter 5 - Upset Mate

Ellie POV

It was the next day after the whole incident with Ramond and my brother.

I heard Ramond ordering Nick to come and get me.

And... that's when Nick walked in.

"Ellie?" He whispered.

I chose not to respond.

He came over and sat down next to me.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Nothing," I mumbled.

His face softened.

Usually, I'd make a smart ass comment like saying 'the sky.'

"Ellie... why did you sneak out? Did something happen?" Nick then asked in a concerned tone.

"I'd rather not discuss it." I maintained my gaze on the wall, avoiding eye contact.

"I'm always here to listen, okay?"

"Mmm-hmm," he got up, leaving me.

Ramond POV

"Nothing," Clint mumbled, walking in.

"Why just the one?" I questioned.

He simply shrugged and sat down.

Nick entered the room.

"Got her out of bed?" I asked my third in command.

"Ramond, I'm concerned about her. She's lying there, staring at a blank wall. She didn't even move and responded bluntly to me."

I frowned at that, standing up and proceeding to her room.

She was still lying in bed.

"Ellie?" I approached her. She was doing precisely what Nick had mentioned.

I crouched down beside her, gently brushing the hair away from her face.

"Hey..." she looked at me. I smiled faintly. "What's wrong, bubbles?"

I knew that would break a smile on her face as she giggled at it. "Why bubbles?"

"Cause you're so damn bubbly well, this is the first I'm seeing you like this being a debbie downer." I sat down.

"Wanna tell me what's up?" She shook her head no.

"Ellie, I'm your mate, and if I feel like something not right or it's upsetting you, I would like to know so I can deal with it."

"It's nothing..."

"Ellie..."

"It's nothing." She turned her back to me. I sighed and leaned over.

"Ellie," I spoke in a hushed tone while she responded with a soft, quivering sound.

"Sweetheart..." I gently brushed her hair back. Her eyes were closed, but I noticed the tears.

I felt a profound sense of empathy as I witnessed Ellie's vulnerability.

As Clint mentioned, many people have attempted to emotionally impact her, yet she has consistently maintained a facade of not caring what people would say to her.

"Oh, Ellie... what's wrong?"

"Go away," she quietly said.

Instead of doing that, I gently lay beside her, wrapping my arms around her and burying my face in the crook of her neck.

Her body trembled as she turned around, tears streaming down her face as she cried into my chest.

I closed my eyes, sighing, letting her cry. "Shh, whatever it is, everything gonna be just fine," I whispered, rubbing her arm as I held her close to me.

After about thirty minutes, she finally calmed down, and I noticed that she had fallen asleep. It appeared that she had not slept at all the previous night, so I decided to let her rest.

I gently kissed her cheek and carefully removed myself from her embrace without disturbing her sleep.

Clint and Nick stood in the doorway, their expressions reflecting a mixture of bewilderment and sorrow.

"Is she gonna be okay?" Clint whispered.

"Hopefully... for now, she can sleep."

"I think she just broke my heart, including my wolf too," Nick said.

"She has that effect on everyone." Clint softly spoke.

"That's why she's a perfect Luna. She has it in her. She's just pushing it back." I said, looking to my sleeping mate.

'I don't like mate upset.' My wolf whimpered.

'I don't either...'