Mated To My Obsessive Foster Brother

Chapter 4

~•Olivia•~

The sound of Mark's phone ringing broke the awkward silence. "I have to go now, Olivia. Take care."

He darted out of the room. I breathed out heavily, feeling exhausted.

Just then, the door swung open. A female nurse arrived with a health worker who served me breakfast—it was past 11 a.m. A plate of steaming custard, milk, and two bean cakes.

"How do you feel?" the female nurse asked with a friendly smile on her pretty brown face. I noticed her resemblance to Dr. Sam. She also resembled Erica Robin, my schoolmate.

"I'm fine," I said.

She nodded with a smile. She was tall, chubby, with long brown thick hair packed in a ponytail, wearing a white nurse cap.

"Alright. Take care of yourself. I'm Nurse Hazel Owen—Dr. Sam's elder sister. I'm married with two kids," she introduced herself softly. My heart fluttered at her words.

"Nice to meet you, Nurse Hazel," I replied, peering at her beautiful face. I wondered why she was nice to me. Dr. Sam was also nice, which made me reconsider his offer. But they were still strangers. What if they were pretending to lure me from my foster parents' home, only to torture me like my adoptive mother and sister did?

"You don't have to worry. I heard my brother's offer to you. Dr. Sam isn't a bad person—he's only trying to help you from a place of love. Besides, Alpha Johnson Anderson won't be happy finding out you were treated poorly by your foster parents. It's against the adoption rules and regulations of the Starfield Pack," she said, speaking to me like a friend.

"Thank you, Nurse. I'll reconsider Dr. Sam's offer. But that's after I've gotten home to get my stuff," I said softly, my eyes watching her.

She smiled. "Alright. Take care, Olivia."

Nurse Hazel walked to the door and exited. I resumed eating my breakfast, my head aching at the thought of moving to a total stranger's house. If I wasn't a wolfless Omega, I could have been thrilled at finding my mate. But I had no wolf to help me find him—the man destined for me by the Moon Goddess.

As I finished my meal, I pushed the bed table aside and wiped my tears. Crying doesn't solve anything. I had to be strong. I made up my mind to do so, laid back on the bed, and succumbed to sleep.

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~•Mark•~

"Mark, what kept you so long?" My basketball coach, Tyler Benjamin, yelled as I arrived late at the court. We had a match against the Red Ballers in our pack. They didn't want to accept their losses, but that wasn't for me to tell them to stop trying.

Aside from playing for the Yellow Ballers in my pack, I also played against other top packs as one of the Starfield Basketball team players.

"I'm sorry, Coach. Something came up. I had to hurry over," I replied, joining the court.

Coach frowned. "Get into positions! The game's about to start!" His voice was loud and stern, cutting off my excuse.

I ran to join my team. We had the triplet—Carter, Caleb, and Cooper Grayson—as our center players, responsible for shot blocking, rebounding, and defending. They were dark-skinned, tall, handsome and identical—Omegas too.

We also had Alpha Johnson's son, Bryan Anderson. He was twenty-five, attractive, dark-skinned, tall, and played as our shooting guard. He stroked the ball, covering long ranges and scoring many points. He was my teammate and good friend. His Beta, Daniel Ryan, was our power forward, focusing on rebounding and defense. I played as the versatile small forward. Together, we made a great team since becoming the Yellow Ballers.

As the match kicked off, my mood improved. Logan, my wolf, was happy Olivia was finally awake.

Logan told me Olivia could be my mate. I used to avoid her, hardly talk to her. But since she became a teenager and started developing breasts, I couldn't stop thinking about her. I didn't care whether she had a wolf or not.

Olivia was pretty—everything I wanted in a woman. Average height, striking blonde hair that bounced and waved when she let it down. She had the most amazing smile that could capture any man's heart. But she rarely smiled, only a few times when I caught her laughing with her best friend, Erica Robin.

"Mark, Olivia could be our mate. Even without a wolf, she's still acceptable and beautiful," Logan said, wanting her too. But the fact that she was like a sister to me irked me off.

I knew Olivia wasn't the only child born on a moonless night in our pack, but she was beautiful. I wondered why her parents threw her away.

As the fourth quarter kicked off, we were scoring against the Red Ballers—120 points to their 30. Still, their group leader, Enzo Lawrence, whose father was a billionaire and sponsor of the game, refused to accept defeat.

"Three minutes left! The Yellow Ballers are winning!" the supervisor announced. The referee blew the whistle.

Enzo and his Red team players rushed to block the ball, preventing me from passing and scoring. I turned to pass to Daniel, jumped, and threw the ball into the Red team's basket, scoring three points for my team in an eight-minute match.

A minute left. Enzo glared at me as they dribbled and passed until Bryan caught it and did a free throw. He scored one point—124 against them.

The Yellow Ballers won.

As the match ended, I set to leave for the hospital to check on Olivia before returning home. But Bryan and Daniel rushed to shake hands with me.

"You did a great job, Mark!" Bryan squealed, shaking my hand and enveloping me in a warm hug.

"Thanks, Alpha," I replied with a smile, catching Enzo glaring at me. I shifted my gaze to Daniel, shook his hand, then the triplets—Carter, Caleb, and Cooper—came forward to hug me too.

"Up Yellow Ballers!" We squealed, posing for group photos before meeting our coach. It was a friendly match, but the Red Ballers refused to accept defeat.

"Mark!" Coach Tyler called my attention, his lips curled in a smile as I walked up. His youngest daughter, Rita, was among the Yellow Ballers cheerleaders. She wore a yellow top, short skirt, and pink boots. She smiled and waved as I approached her father.

"You did a great job, Mark. Together with the team. We have a game next week against the Bright Star Pack, so get prepared," Coach Tyler said, wearing a yellow top, black trousers, and black boots.

"Alright, Coach. I'll be there," I replied with a smile, setting to leave.

"That reminds me, Mark. Rita's eighteenth birthday is tomorrow. Are you coming? I invited the rest of the team—they promised to be there," Coach Tyler said as Bryan and Daniel walked up with our team members.

"Um, Coach, I have something to take care of at home. I might not be available to attend Rita's birthday. I'm sorry," I replied apologetically. Rita's smile faded. Coach wore a tight expression.

"Mark, the party won't start in the morning. It'll start in the evening at 6 p.m., so I'm guessing you'll be free by then," Coach Tyler said. It was Tuesday.

"Alright, Coach. I'll make time for it," I replied, wanting to leave. Rita rushed up and wrapped me in a hug. I stiffened as her arms enveloped me.

"Thank you, Mark!" Rita giggled, her rose scent filling my nostrils. I smiled and carefully pulled her away.

"It's fine," I replied bashfully. The young women in the pack couldn't stop ogling me. Rita was a Delta wolf, hoping I'd be her mate.

Raking my right hand through my short black hair, I smiled and said, "I've got to go."