KYLE

#Chapter32 KYLE I’m very unhappy to say that my wolf has now successfully turned me into a full-fledged stalker. Over the past few weeks, my wolf has forced me to follow my mate everywhere and if I resisted, I would experience the loudest and most irritable headache, coupled with some serious attitude from my wolf. So, I acquiesced. But now, if I am honest with myself, I stalk her of my own accord and it doesn’t make me feel any better. Before I didn’t want to do anything with my mate, I didn’t even want a mate and now I’m following her everywhere, trying to see more of her, trying to just be near to her, trying to know her better, wanting her. Trying so damn hard to not want her. Lea. Lea Beaumont. That’s her name. I came to know about it when I was following her after school. She took a turn towards the kindergarten school in the pack and I saw a little boy perk up at the sight of her. He ran with his little legs and screamed her name at the top of his lungs, laughing when he fell