Chapter 8 Matthew

Matthew's POV

The day of Isabel's birthday

I groan as I pulled the fourth shirt off.

I feel so nervous, I need to find the right shirt. I go back into my closet and start flicking through my shirts.

I grabbed three more and walk back into the bedroom. I put the first one on and immediately take it right back off and toss it onto the bed.

I grabbed the second one which was a solid black button down. I leave the top three buttons undone so you can see my chest then roll the sleeves up and push them up to my elbows. I grab a white gold necklace, then look in the mirror once more. I run my hands over the shirt before trying to make sure my hair is perfect.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath in before letting it out.

I can't believe it's finally here, the day she turns 18.... The day she can finally feel the mate bond, the day she can truly feel I'm her mate.

It's been 25 years since I turned 18.

25 years without a mate.

It's almost unheard of to go that long without finding your mate.