Hey Mr. Werewolf, Will You Stop Chasing Me?

Hey Mr. Werewolf, will you stop chasing me? - Chapter Four

Hey Mr. Werewolf, will you stop chasing me?

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Chapter Four
Picture on the side is Estella, Keller's Mom (Actress Ashley Judd)

Rejected.

Denied.

Jilted.

Ditched.

Familiar words in the vocabulary, all held the same definition, but unfamiliar for the likes of a man such as myself who had everything: power, good looks and money.

I've seen people get their hearts broken, boy or girl, by my own doing or not. And yet, my conscience couldn't make me feel guilty since I find it amusing how they cried and do reckless things all in the name of love.

In my experience, I may have said 'I love you' to a girl too callously just to get in her pants, but I couldn't see the value of such words. In fact, the words were a loose term, as though giving a freebie or giving a candy to a kid.

Love, in my world, was entirely a game that most of us gamble to win without having your heart put on the line, not facing the consequences of losing everything and have your heart burned to the fiery pits of hell.

And here comes Karma.

A five-letter word that centered to different beliefs and cultures, and yet spoke volumes.

Karma reflects on your action: if you've done something bad or good, you get twice in return. It's that simple, plain logic.

But for the past several hours in which I lied here in my bed, staring at the ceiling on a freaking Sunday, I asked myself what did I do wrong to have my mate deny me?

Was this my Karma?

Was this payback for all the hearts I've broken and left on the ditch to rot?

A soft knock broke me out of my muddled thoughts. I had told them I didn't want to be bothered by anyone, be it family or pack member, I just wanted to be left alone and mope in peace.

"Keller?" my sister, Zoey, asked softly behind the door. "Can I come in?"

I didn't respond. Just go away!

"Kellie boo?" she asked again, using the nickname she gave me.

Again, I didn't respond.

She sighed and said, "I'm coming in."

Of course she would come in. My sister was also stubborn like me - a trait that runs in the family, unfortunately.

I heard the door creak open and then close softly. Footsteps padded on my carpeted floor, and suddenly I felt something cold pressed on my cheek.

I shoot up from my bed, startled. "What the hell, Zoey?!"

Grinning, she shoved a tub of Ben and Jerry's in front of my face. "Something to cheer you up, bro."

I rolled my eyes. The gesture was sweet, but I didn't feel like eating ice cream. I needed my mate, not some fucking dessert!

"Thanks but no thanks," I declined.

She sighed softly and sat next to me in the bed, still holding the tub of ice cream. Aside from my best friend, Marcus, Zoey and I had a close dysfunctional brother and sister relationship. One moment we were on each other's throats and the next thing you know, we were all cool, joking around as though nothing happened.