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. I have

the door and come back. With

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

I buried him.

of footsteps behind me makes me sit

even when his cinnamon and

is. His footsteps have been around

anywhere.

job?” I ask,

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

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

his arms for him.

widen in happiness before he

feel happy seeing how happy

have gotten some

auburn-haired man.

turns and looks at me with his

that remind me of

gemstones.

to,”

little chilly. I should have

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

hair falls over his forehead as

you. You look like you

my eyes

seriously. I’m actually off to train. I’m

you. I could use a workout.”

really doesn’t. The man is pure

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

waiting for that moment he rejects me… I was meant to once I was mentally coping better, but the more I see him, the harder it

break the bond between Shane and me and I know I have begun seeing him as

right.

as I scoop up Shane while he holds on tightly

in his

replies with a smirk, “I

those short legs of yours will

})

am not short, I’m average,” I say as

making me give him another

with

drop Shane off at

closest friends.

Aya is eleven months old now, and she is

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

gasp as I almost trip over his feet and

smirk as I regain my

balance.

you even standing so close?” I

me,” he says cockily as I pull away, very aware of the tingles from

along my hips.

have marked one another and as much as it

reasons, I can’t help but admit that his touch makes me feel things I don’t want to. His smirk fades as he

I look

like a pig, and

my stomach and neck.

find a towel. Well, who cares? I’m

to look pretty.

to work out? The machines are

jerk of my

sweats and I’m not the only one sweating, although he’s smart enough to keep a

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

you,” I say, pulling out my hair tie and letting my hair down, only to brush my fingers through it before

lower, trailing over my