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

door and come back. With some wild reason

a while for some crazy mission and it’s why he faked his death, but he was fine all along. But who

never happens. I

creak of footsteps behind me

don’t turn, even when his cinnamon and earthy scent hit me.

have been around here so often that I can recognise them

anywhere.

back… 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

ago. Shane!” He says as he walks over to my

his arms for him.

he runs

seeing how

should have gotten some rest first,” I

auburn-haired man.

turns and looks at me

eyes that

gemstones.

to,” he

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

I say as I stand up and

his forehead as he

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

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

to train. I’m going

you. I could use a workout.” He says. I

doesn’t. The man is pure muscle.

he doesn’t need to though,

waiting… waiting for that moment he rejects me… I was meant to once I was mentally

marked one another to 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

right.

I scoop up

his

replies with a smirk, “I

short legs of yours

})

as

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

returns with

me to the private training hall after I drop Shane off at Mishiko’s. Mishiko is the wife and mate of one

closest friends.

months old now, and she

with a kick before I step back so the swinging bag doesn’t hit me, only to slam into a wall of

almost trip over his feet and he grabs me by

a smirk

balance.

even standing so close?” I

was standing here before you came knocking into me,” he says cockily as I

along my hips.

marked one another and

not for romantic reasons, I can’t help but admit that his touch makes me feel things I don’t want to.

I look

a pig, and

and neck.

towel. Well, who cares?

to look pretty.

to work

jerk of my head

T-shirt and black sweats and I’m not the only one

Want to spar?” he asks, cocking a brow.

to brush my

over my