Mated To My Obsessive Foster Brother

CHAPTER 3

**Olivia’s POV**

I swear I see the look of desire cross Mark’s eyes as his lips part to say something, but the door to my hospital room bursts open, and my foster mother, Nancy, walks in, accompanied by her daughter, Emily.

Their eyes lock on Mark and me, who are so close together on my bed.

“Oh no! Not again, I ponder,” as I can feel my heart beating loudly in my chest.

To my shock, Nancy does not yell at me like I expect her to. And I remember Dr. Sam’s warning to Mark that he will have my foster mother arrested for my sake. But that does not stop her from peering at me contemptuously.

“What’s going on here, Mark? Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be on the basketball court, preparing for today’s match?” Nancy asks, peering at her son angrily.

“Good morning, Mom. I already call my coach, and he says the match will not start until 12 p.m. today,” Mark replies in a calm voice, but his mother frowns.

“Mmm. So why are you here checking on Olivia? You should stay away from her. You can have any girl in this pack that you want. Why are you hovering around this wolfless girl? Do you want to bring shame to our family?” Nancy demands as she stands glaring at Mark.

My head aches, and I hold my aching head as I remember each word Nancy uses to insult me every day of my life.

I was not the only child born on a moonless night, but I was the only one whose parents rejected me and who ended up being adopted by a family that never fails to taunt me with it.

“Mom, you have no right to tell me how I should treat Olivia. She is still my sister, as I grow up having her around. If you don’t have anything good to say, then leave!” Mark spits, pointing at the door, and my jaw drops.

“What? You are sending me away because of this girl? You will surely bring her home, and I will deal with her by myself. Let’s go, Emily! We shouldn’t have come here to check on the slut!” Nancy shouts, her hand reaching to drag her daughter away.

Emily wears a short black dress and a pair of brown shoes. She glares at me as our gazes meet, but when she sees her older brother in the room, she is afraid of Mark, so she holds her tongue and runs out after her mother.

“You don’t have to be scared of them,” Mark says. His deep voice breaks my chain of thought, but not enough to calm my rapid heartbeat.

“But they are your family and are right? If you keep causing problems for me and your family, how do you expect me to cope? Just stay away from me!” I cry and yell at Mark, sending him away too. He cannot be acting like he cares for me when he is obviously making his mother hate me even more.

“Hey, relax. I am still here, and I haven’t gone,” Mark replies, refusing to leave, and I end up shedding tears and screaming at him, “Get out! Leave me alone!”

Dr. Sam and another female nurse come rushing into the hospital room where I am admitted.

“What’s going on here? Mark, you have to take your leave. You’re not helping your sister recover by staying here. Do you want her to suffer more strain on her head? Leave!” Dr. Sam’s voice is harsh as he points at the door for Mark to leave.

Mark looks at Dr. Sam, then at me. “Fine, I will leave,” he replies, his voice calm, as he walks to the door. Once he reaches it, he pulls it open and exits the room, and I burst out crying on the bed.

“It’s okay. Everything will be fine,” Dr. Sam says in a soothing voice, but I do not want to hear him out.

“Everything cannot be fine, Doctor. What do I do if my adoptive family sends me away? I have no family or friends to take me in?” I sob on the bed. I can feel Mark’s presence behind the door.

Dr. Sam heaves a sigh and asks, “Can you come and stay with me? I can offer you accommodation at my home.”

“No…” Before I can finish my response, Mark storms back into the room and grasps Dr. Sam by his shirt, lifting him off the ground with a level of strength I do not know he has.

“You fụcking ásshole. Why are you trying to snatch my adoptive sister and make her come live with you?” Mark growls.

“Mark, let go of Dr. Sam!” I yell at him, shocked by his entrance.

Mark glares at Dr. Sam and lets go of him. “You shouldn’t listen to him. I am sure he has ulterior motives for asking you to come to his house. Do not worry. I will speak to my parents when I get home, and they will not hurt you again. All right?”

Mark’s eyes lock with mine, and something in the way he peers at me makes me want to believe he will be able to speak to his family. But wouldn’t that worsen the whole situation?

As I look between Mark and Dr. Sam, Dr. Sam adjusts his shirt after Mark grabs him.

Dr. Sam says, “Mark, I do not understand why you are not allowing Olivia to move out of your parents’ home. She is almost 18 years old, or already 18, because we are not so sure of her date of birth. So you cannot be a controlling freak of a brother. I am only trying to help her, and your threat won’t prevent me from offering her help. As a doctor, my duty is to save lives. So my offer is still open.”

“Olivia,” Dr. Sam turns to face me and says, “Whenever you’re ready to move out of your foster parents’ home, you can come to my place. My sister speaks so much about you and your academic performance. I wouldn’t want your intelligence to go to waste, so when you feel a need to move out, you can reach out to me.”

“Mmm…” Mark glares at Dr. Sam, who stands unfazed as he speaks to me softly.

“Okay, Doctor. I will consider your offer later. Thank you,” I reply, feeling relief.

Dr. Sam smiles, glares at Mark, and walks out of the room with the nurse.

As the door closes, Mark looks at me intensely and asks, “You are not serious about moving to his house, right? He’s a man. What makes you think he does not have any ulterior motives against you?”

I pout my pink lips, unable to reply, and Mark draws near me on the bed, suffocating me with his pine trees scent as he says, “Trust me, Olivia. I will speak to my parents.”

“Fine, but if they don’t change, I will move out,” I reply, shifting my gaze to lock with his face. He's so close that I can feel my heart beating faster.