Alpha Leo and the Heart of Fire

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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 la. 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. It’s all I have left of him.

Sometimes I feel as if he’ll open the door and come back. With some wild reason that he had
to stay on the down low for a while for some crazy mission and it’s why he faked his death, but he was fine all along. But who am
I kidding?
It never happens. I buried him.
The creak of footsteps behind me makes me sit
up straight, but I don’t turn, even when his cinnamon and earthy scent hit me.
I know who it is. His footsteps have been around here so often that I can recognise them
anywhere.
“You’re back... weren’t you on a job?” I ask, not taking my eyes off my little one.

He walks 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 just gotten back.
“I just got back a while ago. Shane!” He says as he walks over to my little one, crouching down
and spreading his arms for him.
Shane’s eyes widen in happiness before he runs into his arms, laughing.
I can’t help but feel happy seeing how happy my Shane is.
“You didn’t need to rush over, you should have gotten some rest first,” I say quietly to the
auburn-haired man.
He turns and looks at me with his sharp
andalusite green eyes that remind me of
gemstones.
“I wanted to,” he says.

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I look away, crossing my arms. It’s a little chilly. I should have grabbed a hoodie...
“You don’t need to be so worried about us. I’m not suicidal.” I say as I stand up and motion Shane over. Jax cocks a brow. A
strand of his
auburn hair falls over his forehead as he stands
“Oh yeah? Good to know, doesn’t mean I trust you. You look like you want to kill something.”
“You,” I say, poking my eyes out at him. “I’m
fine Jax, seriously. I’m actually off to train. I’m going to leave Shane with Mishiko.”
“I’ll join you. I could use a workout.” He says. I stop in my tracks.
No, he really doesn’t. The man is pure muscle.
He’s always trying so hard... he doesn’t need to though, he’s done his part, and he should just
carry on with his life. I’m waiting... 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 gets.
Jax and I 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 rely on and that isn’t
right.
“Do you want your ass kicked?” I say instead, as I scoop up Shane while he holds on tightly to the
ball in his hands.
“You can try.” He replies with a smirk, “I don’t
३. think those short legs of yours will reach.’
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“Oh please, I am not short, I’m average,” I say as I walk towards the back door and head inside.

“Yup, still short in my books,” he counters, making me give him another pointed look – one
he returns with a wink.
True to 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.
Her little Aya is eleven months old now, and she is a happy baby who loves Shane’s company.
I punch the 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 to slam into a wall of muscle.
“Fuck Jax!” I gasp as I almost trip over his feet and he grabs me by the waist.
“Clumsy...” He says with a smirk as I regain my
balance.
“Why were you even standing so close?” I frown.
“I was standing here before you came knocking into me,” he says cockily as I pull away, very aware of the tingles from the bond
skiming
along my hips.
We have marked one another and as much as it
was not for romantic reasons, I can’t help but admit that his touch makes me feel things I don’t want to. His smirk fades as he
looks me
over and I look away. 1

I’m sweating like a pig, and I can feel it trickling
down my stomach and neck. I look around but
can’t find a towel. Well, who cares? I’m not here.

to look pretty.
“Aren’t you here to work out? The machines are
over there.” I say with a jerk of my head towards the weights.
He’s wearing a white T-shirt and black sweats and I’m not the only one sweating, although he’s smart enough to keep a towel
close.
“Already done my sets. Want to spar?” he asks, cocking a brow.
“No thank you,” I say, pulling out my hair tie and letting my hair down, only to brush my fingers through it before I pull it back up
into a messy bun.
His gaze dips lower, trailing over my stomach. before he looks
Way and my own heart skips a
beat.
“Scared?”
he asks tauntingly, stepping closer.
“You wish.” I counter with a mock shake of my head, turning back to the punch bag.
“Then show me what you got Peaches.” He says
and I glare at him over my shoulder.
That annoying nickname has stuck ever since he saw my ass in only underwear when I didn’t realise he’d be stopping by. It’s my
own fault. It was when Shane was a few months old and he used to always pop in to check in on us and I had ended up giving
him a key.
“Fine, you really are so infuriating,” I say as I walk over to the ring.”
This is the private training room that belongs to Leo, the Alpha of the pack and his Six... or his

Five now...
I look at the far wall, where there’s a huge
mural of all seven of them. Leo is in the centre
isin
with his Six flanking him. My heart squeezes as my eyes find my blond man.
Li-Sheng had spray painted this mural over one
entire wall of the gym a few months after
Shane’s death and I had to admit it’s beautiful...
He captured him so perfectly...
Shane...
Gone but never forgotten.
I named my son after his father... and although it hurts at times when I remember him every time I call our son, I’m glad I did. He
will always be my light....
“Kar...” Jax’s husky voice pulls me from my thoughts, and I look at him. He’s touching my
arm.
“Sorry...”
“Don’t be...” He replies, he steps closer, a frown on his face as if he wants to say something before he changes his mind and
turns away slightly.
I tilt my head, looking back at the wall mural. Jax is right beside Shane, resting his elbow on
his shoulder.
“Do you miss him?” I ask quietly, exhaling as I try to control my emotions.

“Every day.” He replies, stepping up beside me as he looks at the far wall.
Then imagine what I feel...
I look over at him. His eyes have softened, as he leans on the edge of the ring looking up at
Shane. The light hits his angled jaw and I look away, the drive to spar no longer within me.
“I’m going to head out. We’ll spar another day.” I say softly.
“Kar...” He grabs hold of my wrist, stopping me, and I look back at him.
“I’m fine.”
He doesn’t believe me as he searches my eyes, if
only he realised when we marked one another
and broke my connection to Shane that he
helped me live... but the way he looks at me, it’s obvious he’s still scared I’ll do something again ... just like I tried long ago...