Mated To My Obsessive Foster Brother

Chapter 3

~•Olivia•~

I swear I saw desire flash in Mark's eyes. His lips parted to speak, but the door burst open and my foster mother, Nancy, walked in with Emily.

Their eyes locked on Mark and me—so close together on my bed.

*Oh no. Not again.* My heart pounded in my chest.

To my shock, Nancy didn't yell like I expected. I remembered Dr. Sam's warning—he'd have her arrested. Still, she peered at me contemptuously.

"What's going on here, Mark? Why are you here? Shouldn't you be on the basketball court, preparing for your match?" Nancy asked angrily.

"Good morning, Mom. I called my coach. The match doesn't start until 12 p.m.," Mark replied calmly.

"Mmm. So why are you here checking on Olivia? Stay away from her. You can have any girl in this pack. Why hover around this wolfless girl? Do you want to bring shame to our family?" Nancy demanded, glaring at Mark.

My head ached. I held it, remembering each insult Nancy threw at me every day. I wasn't the only child born on a moonless night—but I was the only one whose parents rejected me, leaving me adopted by a family that never failed to taunt me for it.

"Mom, you have no right to tell me how to treat Olivia. She's still my sister—I grew up with her. If you have nothing good to say, leave!" Mark spat, pointing at the door.

My jaw dropped.

"What? You're sending me away because of this girl? You'll bring her home, and I'll deal with her myself. Let's go, Emily! We shouldn't have come to check on this slut!" Nancy shouted, dragging Emily away.

Emily wore a short black dress and brown shoes. She glared at me as our gazes met, but with her older brother in the room, she held her tongue and ran after her mother.

"You don't have to be scared of them," Mark said, his deep voice breaking my thoughts but not calming my racing heart.

"But they're your family—and they're right! If you keep causing problems between me and your family, how am I supposed to cope? Just stay away from me!" I cried, yelling at him. He couldn't act like he cared when he was making his mother hate me more.

"Hey, relax. I'm still here. I haven't gone," Mark refused to leave.

I ended up shedding tears, screaming at him, "Get out! Leave me alone!"

Dr. Sam and a female nurse rushed into the room.

"What's going on here? Mark, you have to 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 was harsh as he pointed at the door.

Mark looked at me, then at Dr. Sam. "Fine. I'll leave," he replied calmly. He walked to the door, pulled it open, and exited. I burst into tears on the bed.

"It's okay. Everything will be fine," Dr. Sam said soothingly.

"Everything cannot be fine, Doctor. What do I do if my family sends me away? I have no family or friends to accommodate me," I sobbed. I could feel Mark's presence behind the door.

Dr. Sam heaved a sigh. "Can you come and stay with me? I can offer you accommodation at my home."

"No…" Before I could finish, Mark stormed back in, grabbed Dr. Sam by his shirt, and lifted him off the ground—strength I didn't know he had.

"You fụcking ásshole. Why are you trying to snatch my sister to live with you?" Mark growled.

"Mark, let go of Dr. Sam!" I yelled, shocked.

Mark glared at Dr. Sam and released him. "Don't listen to him. I'm sure he has ulterior motives. Don't worry—I'll speak to my parents when I get home. They won't hurt you again. Alright?"

Mark's eyes locked with mine. Something in the way he peered at me made me want to believe he could speak to his family. But wouldn't that worsen everything?

I looked between Mark and Dr. Sam, who adjusted his shirt.

Dr. Sam spat, "Mark, I don't understand why you won't let Olivia move out. She's almost eighteen—or already eighteen, since we're unsure of her date of birth. You can't be a controlling freak of a brother. I'm only trying to help her, and your threats won't stop me. As a doctor, my duty is to save lives. My offer still stands."

He turned to face me. "Olivia, whenever you're ready to move out of your foster parents' home, you can come to my place. My sister spoke so much about you and your academic performance. I wouldn't want your intelligence to go to waste. When you feel the need to move out, reach out to me."

Mark glared at Dr. Sam, who stood unfazed and spoke to me softly.

"Okay, Doctor. I'll consider your offer later. Thank you," I said, feeling relieved.

Dr. Sam smiled, glared at Mark, and walked away with the nurse.

As the door closed, Mark looked at me intensely. "You're not serious about moving to his house, right? He's a man. What makes you think he doesn't have ulterior motives?"

I pouted, unable to reply. Mark drew near me on the bed, suffocating me with his pine scent as he said, "Trust me, Olivia. I'll speak to my parents."

"Fine. But if they don't change, I'll move out," I replied, shifting my gaze to lock with his. He was so close that I could feel my heart beating faster.