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

feel as if he’ll open the door and come back. With

and it’s why he faked his death, but

happens. I

of footsteps behind me makes

I don’t turn, even when his cinnamon and

it is. His footsteps have been around here so often that I can recognise them

anywhere.

you on a job?” I ask, not

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

says as he walks over to my

arms

before he runs into his arms,

feel happy seeing how happy my Shane

gotten some rest first,” I

auburn-haired man.

turns and looks at me with his sharp

eyes that remind me

gemstones.

wanted to,”

a little chilly. I should have grabbed a

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

falls over his forehead as he stands

trust you.

eyes out at him. “I’m

off to train. I’m going to leave

use a workout.” He says.

he really doesn’t. The man is pure

he doesn’t need to though, he’s

me… I was meant to once I was mentally coping better, but the more I see him, the harder

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

right.

your ass kicked?” I say instead, as I scoop up Shane while

in his

can try.” He replies with a smirk, “I

think those short legs of

})

not short, I’m average,” I say as I walk

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

with a

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

closest friends.

little Aya is eleven months old now, and she

step back so the swinging bag doesn’t hit me, only to slam into a wall of muscle.

almost trip over his feet and he grabs

with a smirk as I

balance.

even standing so

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

along my hips.

one another and as much as it

his touch makes me feel

and I look

a pig, and I

stomach and neck.

who cares?

to look pretty.

to work out? The

a jerk of my head towards the

I’m not the only one sweating,

Want to spar?” he asks,

my hair tie and letting my hair down, only to brush

dips lower, trailing over my stomach. before he looks