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

I feel as if he’ll open the door and come back. With some wild reason

stay on the down low for a while for some crazy mission and it’s why he faked his death, but

never happens. I

of footsteps behind me makes me sit

turn, even when his cinnamon and earthy scent

around here so

anywhere.

I ask, not taking my eyes off

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

Shane!” He says as he walks over to my little one, crouching down

his arms for him.

in happiness before he runs into his arms, laughing.

seeing

should have gotten some rest first,” I say quietly

auburn-haired man.

turns and looks at me

green eyes that

gemstones.

to,”

away, crossing my arms. It’s a little chilly. I should have grabbed a hoodie…

I stand up and

hair falls over his forehead as he stands

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

my eyes

to train. I’m

I could use a workout.” He

really doesn’t. The man

doesn’t need to though, he’s done his part, and

me… I was meant to once I

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.

I scoop up Shane while he

in his

He replies with

think those short legs of

})

please, I am not short, I’m average,” I say as I walk towards the back door

he counters, making me give him another pointed look –

returns with a

hall after I drop

closest friends.

little Aya is eleven months old now, and she is a happy baby who loves Shane’s company.

I step back so the swinging bag doesn’t hit

I almost trip over his feet and he grabs me by

with a smirk as I

balance.

standing so close?”

he says cockily as I pull away, very

along my hips.

have marked one another and as much as

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

and I look away. 1

and I can feel

and neck. I

towel. Well, who cares? I’m not

to look pretty.

here to work out? The

jerk of my

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

Want to spar?” he asks,

my hair down, only to brush my

lower, trailing over