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 him.

he’ll open the door and come back. With some wild

mission and it’s why he faked his

never happens. I buried him.

of footsteps behind

when his cinnamon and earthy scent hit

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

in cargo pants, tan boots and a fitted black shirt that hugs his muscular physique and I realise he must

says as

his arms

widen in happiness before he runs into his

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

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

auburn-haired man.

looks at me

eyes that remind me of

gemstones.

wanted to,” he

my arms. It’s a little

us. I’m not suicidal.” I say as I stand up and motion Shane

hair falls over his forehead as he

you. You look

my eyes out at him. “I’m

off to train.

could use a workout.” He says. I stop in

he really doesn’t. The man is pure muscle.

need to though, he’s done his part,

to once I was mentally coping better, but the more I see him, the

break the bond between Shane and me and I know I have begun seeing him as someone who is always there, someone I know I can rely on and that isn’t

right.

want your ass kicked?” I say instead, as I scoop up Shane while

in his

replies with a smirk, “I

those short legs of yours will reach.’

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say as I walk towards the back door and head

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

with a wink.

follows me to the private training hall after I drop Shane off at

closest friends.

eleven months old now, and she is a happy baby who

the bag hard, slamming it right back, and following up with a kick before I step back so the swinging bag doesn’t hit me, only to slam into a wall of

gasp as I almost trip over his feet and

smirk as I

balance.

were you even standing so close?” I

says cockily as

along my hips.

one another and as much

touch makes me feel things I don’t want to.

I look away. 1

pig, and I can

stomach and neck. I look around but

who cares? I’m not here

to look pretty.

work

a jerk of my head

the only one sweating, although he’s smart

spar?” he asks, cocking a

I say, pulling out my hair tie and letting my hair down, only to brush my fingers through it before I pull it back up into a messy

over