Bound To Alpha Costello

Chapter 5

Narrator’s POV

“It’s over between us. We’re done for good," Lorenzo texted.

As the message reminded him that Mira’s antenatal checkup was at 10 a.m., he reached his breaking point. Exasperated, he ripped open the SIM case, yanked out the SIM card, and powered off the phone.

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At the hospital.

He affectionately held her close to himself, gazing at her worried face, he assured her.

“The child in your womb is doing just fine, and there’s no complications as a result of what happened last night.”

Then she said. “Lorenzo are you sure?”

“That’s what the doctor told me.” He informed her.

“That’s good to hear,” she said and heave a sigh of relief.

“She’d been watching him closely, noticing his discomfort. ‘’You’ve been acting strange,’’ she said indirectly. ‘’ I initially worried that it might be related to the child.”

He was taken aback by her accidental word, and suddenly, an irresistible vision appeared in his mind: he was standing in a raging fire, with Natasha staring back at him, her eyes flashing with anger.

Again, he opened his inbox, scowling in the absence of a reply from her. His anger simmered, boiling over into frustration. Despite his past harshness toward her, she had always listened – but now, things seemed different. The realization that she had the audacity to ignore him stung. A bitter, sarcastic laugh escaped his lips.

After escorting her out of the gynaecologist’s office, he treated her to lunch before taking her home. Rushing to his own office, his secretary greeted him with an update: ’’Your father just arrived, and he’s meeting with senior staff at the summit. Apparently, he flew in yesterday.”

“Get expensive jewellery and flowers,’’ he instructed his secretary while walking to the summit. His secretary nodded in approval.

‘’Consider it done, sir. We’ll send the items to Miss Mira’s shortly.’’

He turned to face him again. ‘’No, send them to the Cokers’ old place instead.’’ He knew Natasha would likely be there, as it was her fallback option.

Returning from a site visit, he spotted a shadowy figure lying on the living room sofa. Assuming it was Natasha, he said, ‘’Natasha, I’ve told you I’d always come back… no need to stay awake—‘’ He fell silent immediately he discovered that it wasn’t Natasha

“I’m uncomfortable with the fact that Natasha hasn’t returned for days,’’ Mira said with a melancholy look on her face, her eyes welling up with tears. “I’ve sent countless apology texts to her, but she wouldn’t reply, I don’t know if I should leave.”

Then he cuddled her and placed a light kiss on her temple. ‘’You should be concerned about your health and not overthink,’’ he told her. ‘’This remains your home and your child’s home no matter what’s happening.’’

Minutes after making that promise, he stepped onto the balcony and lit a cigarette. He hadn’t smoked or drunk in a long time, but in an effort to calm his nerves, he indulged.

He paced back and forth and then opened his phone, scrolled through his contacts, and found Natasha’s number. A nagging feeling that she might do something reckless at the wedding venue prompted him to send her a text.

“It’s best you don’t even come to the birthday celebration, I don’t want you to harm Mira and our unborn child,” then he sent the message.

The next day, Mr Lindsay’s birthday kicked off.

Lorenzo majestically walked into the venue with Mira, holding her hand, gaining the attention of everyone in the hall, and they looked like a perfect match.

Some moments later, Mr Lindsey stepped in, and at that moment, Lorenzo walked up to him.

“Where’s Natasha? Isn’t she supposed to be walking alongside you?” Mr Lindsay curiously asked him.

“She’s busy handling some stuff,” he covered

“Busy with what?” He asked him, slightly provoked.

Then he smiled, “preparing your birthday gift. She was tired and I suggested she come later.”

After a long while, he stood at a corner and decided to call Natasha feeling uneasy, but the call went straight to voicemail.

He came back and joined his father, exchanging pleasantries with dignitaries that were present, and then, a courier arrived with three boxes. Lindsay smiled, drawing everyone’s attention. But when he opened the gifts, his smile faltered: his daughter in law’s wedding jewels were back, accompanied by a bombshell – divorce papers.

“What’s the meaning of this?’’ he demanded, turning to his son.

“I-I…” Lorenzo stammered when he cut him off guard.

“What’s happening? Were you lying to me?”

“She…” He stammered.

Mr Lindsay felt really pissed.

“I don’t need any aimless explanation from you, I want you to bring Natasha back home before eighteen days!” He ordered him.

Just then, breaking news started showing on the big TV in the grand hall, announcing the wedding of Alpha King Costello and his mate.

“The Alpha King has finally found his mate, and her name is Natasha Alessandra,’’ the reporter announced.

The birthday celebration erupted into stunned silence, with guests whispering among themselves in bewilderment. How did she go from being Mr. Lindsay’s son’s mate to the Alpha King’s mate overnight?

Lorenzo’s eyes widened in disbelief as he watched the scene unfold live.

“Lorenzo, do as I say. Bring back Natasha or lose your inheritance to your half-brother, Noah.’’ His father said, snapping his fingers. "Did you hear me?!"

“What?!’’ Lorenzo yelled, her voice overwhelmed with shock.