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. have left of him.

feel as if he’ll open the door and come back.

down low for a while for some crazy mission and it’s why he faked his death, but he was fine

never happens. I

behind me makes me

I don’t turn, even when his cinnamon and

footsteps have been around here so

anywhere.

a job?” I ask, not

me, and I glance up. He’s in cargo pants, tan boots and a fitted black shirt that hugs his muscular

back a while ago. Shane!” He says as he walks over to my little one, crouching down

arms for him.

eyes widen in happiness before he runs into

but feel happy seeing how happy my

have gotten some rest first,” I say quietly to

auburn-haired man.

at

green eyes that remind

gemstones.

to,” he says.

arms. It’s a little

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

his forehead as

you. You look like you want to kill

I say, poking my eyes out at him. “I’m

I’m actually off to train. I’m

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

doesn’t. The

so hard… he doesn’t need to though, he’s done

rejects me… I was meant to once I was mentally coping

I have begun seeing him as someone

right.

your ass kicked?” I say instead, as I scoop up Shane while he holds on tightly to

his hands.

He replies with

legs of yours

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as I

he counters, making me give him another pointed look –

returns with a

to the private training hall after I drop

closest friends.

she is a happy baby who loves

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

his feet and

with a smirk as I

balance.

you even standing so close?” I frown.

says cockily as I pull away, very aware of the tingles from the bond skiming

along my hips.

one another and as

makes me feel things I don’t want to. His smirk fades as he looks

and I look away.

a pig, and I

stomach and neck. I look around

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

to look pretty.

to work out?

there.” I say with a jerk of my head

sweats and I’m not the only one sweating, although

done my sets. Want to spar?” he asks,

to brush my fingers

dips lower, trailing over my stomach. before