Page 155 of Bonding with the Beta

The journey to the elders' village in the mountains takes hours to reach. I thought having alone time with Harley would somehow strengthen the matebond and allow my wolf to rest after not seeing her for a full day. Except for every single thing I do, she moans about it.

“So…” she trails off. “I’m guessing blondes are your type.”

“What?”

“Your girlfriend is blonde. I’m not.”

I scowl but don’t glance her way. “What has that got to do with anything?”

“Just an observation.” She shrugs innocently before flicking her gaze to the window. “Although dumb surely can’t be your type.”

My jaw ticks. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing. You just know what they say.”

Kayleigh is far from dumb. Her insinuation makes my stomach churn sour, and I scowl ahead at the road.

“At least she doesn’t act like a bitch,” I mutter under my breath.

Harley gasps. “That’s rude.”

“So is stereotyping women based on their hair colour,” I bite back. “Maybe you shouldn’t make comments about things you know nothing about.”

She folds her arms over her chest like a protesting child, and I shake my head in disbelief, my finger rolling across the deep frown lines on my forehead. There is no way this woman can be my fated mate when we are already rubbing each other up the wrong way.

The matebond? Non-existent.

Desperation to get out of this car? Off the scale.

My brain? Scrambled.

The car rolls over something, and a loud boom vibrates the seats. I slam on the brakes as the car begins to skid down the long road.

Harley releases a loud scream of fear as I almost lose control of the steering at the edge of the damn cliff. My heart pounds in my throat as I try my hardest not to crash as we swerve from side to side.

As soon as we come to a halt, we both jolt back into our seats and take a low breath. I’m frozen for a minute as my heart pounds in my throat.

“What the hell just happened?” Harley gasps.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, although I wasn’t planning on dying today.”

I unbuckle my seatbelt and climb out of the car to find the front wheel completely burst open. “Fuck,” I grumble.

Harley follows after me and stares down at the damage. “Are you fucking kidding me? Ugh. I knew this was a bad idea.”

My eyes narrow at her. “It was your idea. Full stop.”

“What are we going to do? We’re in the middle of nowhere.”

“Lucky for us, I can change a tyre.” I offer her a quick, sarcastic smile.

Usually, I’d probably laugh at a situation like this, but right now, all I want is answers, not to prolong this agonising journey.

Harley places a hand on her lip and clutches the other over her heart dramatically. “Oh, my knight in shining armour.”

“What isyourissue with me?”

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