Mated To My Obsessive Foster Brother

CHAPTER 2

**Olivia's POV**

After that day, I wake up and find myself lying on a white bed, and the medical device beeps near my head. My eyes take in my surroundings, and I find out that I am in the pack hospital.

The thick smell of disinfectant fills my nostrils, but when my eyes open wider, I see him—Mark George—wearing a yellow sports jersey and blue shorts, the ones he wears for basketball games in the pack’s basketball matches against other neighboring packs.

“What is he doing here?” I wonder as I try to move my hand. I do not know how long I am out, but when the nurse sees that I am awake, she screams, “She is awake, doctor!”

That is when I find out that my head is bandaged, with several wraps around it. The last thing I remember is my foster mother’s brutal beating that morning, after Mark defends me for the first time in his family house. Now he is here.

“What does Mark want from me again? Why is he in my hospital room? Who brings me to this hospital?” A series of questions floods my head, and I feel a pounding headache at the thought of it.

Luckily, my foster mother and her daughter, Emily, are not present in this hospital room, and that is a relief. But I feel sad at the thought that I will not be able to further my education at the pack’s university.

“You’re finally awake,” Mark says as he rushes over to my bed. I recoil away from him as I try to sit up on the bed, but he frowns.

Mark has always avoided me, so why is he acting like he cares about me now? I do not want to get hit by my foster mother again. So it is best that Mark keeps his distance from me.

As I try to speak, my throat is sore, and I cannot speak, but I croak out words he does not hear.

Surprisingly, Mark brings the half bottle of water he has been drinking when I wake up, and he steps closer to me. His earthy scent of pine trees fills my nostrils as he positions the water at my mouth. His right hand instinctively reaches for my back, and he helps me sit up properly on the bed.

“Here, drink some water,” Mark says, and I freeze. However, my throat is too dry, and I see the female nurse who rushed out before return with a doctor, and they walk up to my hospital bed to meet me. I find out that I am the only one admitted in this hospital room.

“Good morning, Miss Olivia. You are finally awake. Do you feel any headache again?” asks the male doctor in a white doctor’s coat, black trousers, and shoes. He holds a file in his hand and checks the monitor to see if he can take it off.

“Yes. My head hurts. Since when was I brought in here?” I ask the doctor hoarsely as my throat still feels dry, even after I drink the bottle of water. I cannot drink much water because I can taste Mark’s lips on the bottle, and the way his eyes watch me intensely with a look of worry on his face makes it hard for me to meet his gaze like before.

“Why is Mark watching me like a predator? What does he come here to do? He does not care about me, right? He just wants to be sure that his mother has not killed me. If not, she would be sent to jail for murder,” I guess.

The male doctor clears his throat and says, “You were brought in here three days ago and fell into a coma. Thankfully, you only suffer from a cut. We thought you had a memory loss from a severe head injury due to the level of your attack.”

I scowl, and the doctor assures me, “Don’t worry, you are improving just fine, even though you are an ordinary Omega.”

The words 'ordinary Omega' hurt me, but I force a tight smile and reply, “Thank you, Doctor.”

“You can call me Dr. Sam,” he says with a charming smile on his face. He is a young man, but Mark, who stands a few feet away from my bed, coughs to show his presence in the room.

“Doctor, how is Olivia’s health? Will she be discharged today now that she is finally awake?” Mark asks, his eyes on me as his lips part and speaks to Dr. Sam.

I feel uncomfortable at the way Mark’s eyes stare at me, and I have so many questions to ask Dr. Sam about who brought me here to the hospital. I clearly remember that Mark drives out in his car, so how is he here with me?

Dr. Sam clears his throat and tells Mark, “Well, it seems Olivia is improving. She will be discharged tomorrow, as we need to keep a close watch on her to be sure that she does not suffer any form of traumatic head injury. Kindly warn your mother to desist from hitting Olivia to that extent again. If this occurs, I will personally report her to Alpha Johnson and have her arrested.”

Mark’s gaze hardens as I meet his eyes and lower my head.

“She is not my sister, Doctor,” he replies, his voice cold and making my heart cringe.

“I know, and that is why I am warning you and your family to abstain from child abuse. The next time this happens, it will not end here in this hospital. Excuse me, as I would like to see another patient,” Dr. Sam says as he walks out of the hospital room with the female nurse who accompanies him, and I feel the atmosphere in the room grow tense as Mark strolls to my bed to meet me.

I do not want to raise my head to look at Mark's face. I can feel his eyes watching me intensely, and it makes me nervous.

As Mark nears my bed, I hold my breath as his pine scent fills my nostrils. His right hand reaches for my hand, and I feel sparks from the touch. I quickly withdraw my hand to myself like it burns. Still, I do not want to look at his face.

“I am sorry about what my mother and sister did to you,” Mark says, his voice soft and his eyes on me.

I lower my head and nod. “You do not have to apologize. It’s fine. Just stay away from me, and there will be peace.”

“Mm,” Mark hums and asks, “What if I cannot stay away, and I do not want to abstain from you?”

“Huh?” I raise my head and meet his gaze, my eyes locking with his desirous look on me.