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

all felt overwhelming – that I want to leave it… but then, I can’t

have left of

if he’ll open the door and come back. With some wild reason

why

never happens.

of footsteps behind me

turn, even when his cinnamon and earthy

it is. His footsteps have been around here so often

anywhere.

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

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

a while ago. Shane!” He says as he walks over to my little

his arms for

in happiness before he

can’t help but feel happy seeing how happy my Shane

should have gotten some rest first,” I say quietly

auburn-haired man.

turns and looks at

green eyes that remind

gemstones.

to,”

arms. It’s a little chilly. I

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

his forehead

I trust you. You

my

train. I’m going to

join you. I could use a workout.” He says. I

doesn’t. The man

doesn’t need to though, he’s done his part, and

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

I know I have begun seeing him as someone who is

right.

as I scoop

ball in his hands.

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short legs of

})

am not short, I’m average,” I say

still short in my books,” he counters, making me

with a

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

closest friends.

is eleven months old now, and she is a happy baby who loves Shane’s

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

Jax!” I gasp as I almost trip over his feet

says with a

balance.

you even standing so

was standing here before you came knocking into me,” he says cockily as

along my hips.

another and as much

that his touch makes me feel things I don’t want to. His smirk fades as he looks

I look

like a pig, and I can

neck. I

towel. Well, who cares? I’m not

to look pretty.

you here to work out? The machines

with a jerk of

and black sweats and I’m not the only one sweating, although he’s smart

my sets. Want to spar?” he asks, cocking a

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