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

feel as if he’ll open the door and

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

I buried

of footsteps behind me

even when his cinnamon and earthy scent hit me.

know who it is. His footsteps have been around

anywhere.

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

boots and a fitted black shirt that hugs his muscular physique and I

says as he walks over to my little one, crouching

his arms for him.

happiness before he runs into his

help but feel happy seeing

have gotten some rest first,” I

auburn-haired man.

turns and looks at

green eyes that

gemstones.

wanted to,” he

little chilly. I should

as I stand up

hair falls over his forehead as he stands

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

say, poking my eyes out at him. “I’m

actually off to train. I’m going to leave Shane with Mishiko.”

a workout.” He says. I stop in my

doesn’t. The man is

though, he’s done his part, and he should

to once I was mentally coping better, but the more I

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 rely on and that isn’t

right.

I say instead, as I scoop up Shane while he holds

his hands.

with

think those short legs of yours will

})

as I walk towards the back door and head

my books,” he counters, making me give him another

with a wink.

I drop Shane off at Mishiko’s. Mishiko is the wife and mate of one of

closest friends.

old now, and she

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

I gasp as I almost trip over his feet and he grabs me by the

with a smirk as

balance.

even standing so close?” I

says cockily as

along my hips.

another and as much

makes me feel things I don’t

and I look away.

sweating like a pig, and I can feel it

neck. I look

who cares? I’m

to look pretty.

work

a jerk of my head

not the only one sweating, although he’s smart

my sets. Want to spar?” he asks,

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

gaze dips lower, trailing over my stomach. before he