Barbie B*tch.
Matthew's POV.
My Mia, mine.
The moment I wake up, I'm instantly comforted by her warm sleeping body. Even in my dreams, all I could think of was her. I see her smile and her beautiful brown eyes. I hear her laugh and the little giggle she makes when I'm particularly quippy.
As soon as I open my eyes, I search for her, a smile spreading on my lips as I pull her into my body, her lips parting in a content sigh.
'Mine,' my wolf purrs in content. It's been so long since he's been this happy. I don't think he's been this energized and motivated since we were teenagers. From the moment he met Mia, he's been obsessed with her, and so have I.
Her mannerisms drive me crazy—how she bites her lip, her adorable blush, the way she chews her knuckle when she's reading a book. It mak
