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

if he’ll open the door and come

low for a while for some crazy mission and it’s why he faked his

happens. I buried

of footsteps behind me

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

footsteps have been around here so often

anywhere.

a job?” I ask, not taking my eyes off my little

fitted black shirt that hugs his muscular physique and I realise he must have

as he walks over to my

his arms for him.

eyes widen in happiness before he runs into his arms, laughing.

but feel happy seeing how happy

didn’t need to rush over, you should have gotten

auburn-haired man.

turns and looks at me with

that

gemstones.

to,” he

arms. It’s a little

as I stand up and motion Shane over. Jax

over his

to know, doesn’t mean I trust you.

my eyes

actually off to train. I’m going to leave Shane

I could use a workout.” He

he really doesn’t. The man is

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

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

begun seeing him as someone who is always there, someone I

right.

as I scoop up Shane while he

his

try.” He replies with a smirk, “I

short legs of

})

as I walk towards the back door and

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

returns with a

drop Shane off

closest friends.

months old now, and she is a happy

following up with a kick before I step back

over his feet and

with a smirk as I

balance.

standing so close?”

before you came knocking into me,” he says cockily as I pull away,

along my hips.

another and as much as

but admit that his touch makes me feel things I don’t want to. His smirk fades

I look away.

sweating like a pig, and I can

and neck. I look around but

a towel. Well, who

to look pretty.

work out? The machines

say with a jerk of my head

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

sets. Want to spar?” he asks,

hair down, only to brush my fingers through it before I pull it back up

dips lower, trailing over my stomach.