Alpha Leo and the Heart of Fire

Precious Bond Ch 1. Mates

Takes place shortly after the epilogues of Alpha Leo and the Heart of Fire & The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin.

I would recommend reading The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin before this novella. However, if you don’t, it won’t ruin the story.

PRECIOUS BOND

The Untold Tales of the Alpha and Legacies

Series

KAREENA.

Mates.

For our kind, your mate is a part of you, not just a partner, but your life source. The very air you

need to breathe, and the very touch and caress

you need to keep going. Their caress, their

voice, their promises; they become your life.

But what happens when they are suddenly

ripped from you with no warning? 2

What happens when they tell you they’ll be there for that movie and dinner date tonight,

only for their lifeless, mutilated body to be brought to you? 1

What happens when your entire world is ripped apart, and you’re left wondering why me?

Mates are a beautiful thing, yet equally deadly as they are beautiful.

My life was perfect from the moment he stepped into it. Every day was filled with happiness and

love until it was not.

In seconds, it became a living nightmare when he left me all alone… or so I thought

Because even as he parted, he left me something

to hold on to, as if knowing that without him I’ll die. As if he knew I needed something that would make me try to live.

Something strong enough for me to try to surface the deep dark waters that were drowning me. They were meant to be my emotions, but they began to suffocate me until I

began fighting for his parting gift…

But it wasn’t easy… it’s never easy…

Less than two years ago I lost my mate, my all…

My husband, Shane Dunn. 3

A sharp wind blows through my brown hair, and

I brush my fingers through it as I look at my son, Shane, named after his father. He’s fifteen months now and the spitting image of his

father.

He has blond hair and grey eyes. His eyes might be a mix of both of ours as my own are a greyish blue, but otherwise, he is a mini version of his

father.

He’s currently kicking a ball around in the garden of our home, one which Shane and I

lived in after we got married. There have been

moments it’s all felt overwhelming – that I want to leave it… but then, I can’t bring myself

1. all I have left of

door and come back. With some wild reason that he had

mission and it’s why he faked

never happens. I buried

footsteps behind me makes me sit

I don’t turn, even when his cinnamon

know who it is. His footsteps have been around here so often that I can recognise

anywhere.

weren’t you on a job?” I ask, not taking my eyes off my little one.

pants, tan boots and a fitted black shirt that hugs his muscular physique and

He says as he walks over to

arms

before he runs

can’t help but feel happy seeing how happy my Shane

need to rush over, you should have gotten some rest first,” I

auburn-haired man.

and looks at me

that remind

gemstones.

wanted to,” he says.

arms. It’s a little chilly. I should have grabbed

I stand up and motion Shane over. Jax

falls over his forehead

Good to know, doesn’t mean I trust you. You look like you want to kill

I say, poking my eyes

to train.

I could use a workout.”

he really doesn’t. The

need to though, he’s done his

me… I was meant to once I was mentally coping better, but the more I see him, the harder it

and me and I know I have begun seeing him as someone who is always there, someone

right.

I say instead, as I scoop up Shane while

in his hands.

try.” He replies with a smirk, “I

think those short legs of yours

})

I am not short, I’m average,” I say as I

in my books,” he counters, making me give him another pointed

with a

to the private training hall after I drop Shane off at Mishiko’s. Mishiko is the wife

closest friends.

is eleven months old now, and she

slamming it right back, and following up with a kick before I step

gasp as I almost trip over his feet and he

He says with a smirk as

balance.

you even standing

cockily as I pull

along my hips.

have marked one another and as much

I can’t help but admit that his touch makes me

and I look

like a pig, and I can

neck. I look

find a towel. Well, who cares? I’m not

to look pretty.

you here to work out?

I say with a jerk of my head towards the

not the only one sweating, although he’s smart enough to keep

done my sets. Want to spar?” he asks, cocking

hair tie and letting my hair down, only to brush my fingers through it before I pull it

lower, trailing over my