Mated To My Obsessive Foster Brother

Chapter 5

~•Mark•~

"Wait, Mark! Where are you rushing off to? We want to have a little celebration for winning against the Red Ballers, and yet you're in a hurry. Is there something you're hiding from us?" Daniel asked, moving forward to meet me. His gaze fixed on me coldly as he smirked.

I didn't like how Daniel pointed out his questions, drawing our colleagues' attention.

"It's personal. I don't need to tell you," I replied calmly, my eyes meeting his. He was angry because Olivia rejected him before he settled for Emily. How was that my fault?

"Don't lie to us, Mark!" Daniel yelled, his eyes shooting daggers at me. "If you want to lie, have some respect for Alpha Bryan!"

"Let him go, Daniel. I have no interest in what Mark wants to do. Since he said it's personal, you don't have to pick on him," Bryan chimed in gently, trying to settle the rift.

"Daniel, Bryan's right. You're just mad because Marks sister rejected you. How is that his fault? Stop being a sour loser!" Caleb shouted, taking my side. For some odd reason, I thought Caleb and his brothers shared a slight resemblance to Olivia, but I wasn't sure if they were related. Besides, they never had a sister.

"Shut up, you three morons! I'm not being sour about Olivia's rejection. Fine, I admit I got pissed that she rejected me. But what's so special about her? She's a wolfless girl born on a moonless night. Who would want a wolfless girl like her? Huh?" Daniel yelled, making my fist clench. I didn't show my disgust—he was Bryan's Beta.

"Say whatever you like about Olivia if it makes you feel better. I'm out of here," I replied sternly, turning to exit the court.

Daniel called after me, "Mark! I heard from Emily that you're defending that bìtch at home! Are you secretly sleeping with her? After all, she's your sister. Who knows what you both do behind closed doors? Why do you suddenly care about her now?"

The room fell silent as everyone waited for my response. Indeed, I rushed home to take Olivia to the hospital after the housemaid, Tracy, contacted me, and told me—my mother had beaten Olivia and left her to die in the living room.

I was at my new home, trying to furnish it, when I left everything and rushed back to my father's house. I saw Olivia lying lifeless. Mom had already left for work—even as a nurse, she didn't care to check on Olivia. No one was home except the middle-aged maid.

I barged into the living room, rushed to carry Olivia in my arms, and took her straight to my car. I laid her in the backseat, hopped into my red sports car, roared the engine to life, and drove straight to the pack hospital.

Upon arrival, Mom saw me carrying Olivia into the emergency unit. She was furious—she worked in the Obstetrics unit. After the doctor and nurses attended to Olivia, Mom glared at me, but I didn't wait to speak to her. I rushed back to find out if Olivia was recovering.

Shutting my eyes at the memory, I turned to face Daniel. He was a sour loser, and I demanded, "Does it matter if I'm fụcking Olivia at home? After all, she's beautiful. So stay the fụck out of my business!"

Everyone's jaw dropped, including Bryan Anderson. His expression soured—I knew he liked Olivia too, but he never voiced it. His alpha pheromones thickened the atmosphere. I knew he frequently visited me at home, but I discovered his visits weren't for me—he came to glimpse Olivia.

I'd caught Bryan stealing glances at her too. But he couldn't admit his feelings—she was a wolfless omega, and as the next Alpha of the Starfield Pack, his parents wouldn't support him choosing a wolfless Omega as his Luna.

Bryan's younger sister, Ava, was in Olivia's class, but they weren't friends. That held him back. I was okay with it. He couldn't have a wolfless girl as his Luna, so he stayed away. But something in the way he looked at her made me uncomfortable—I knew he desired her too.

Clearing his throat, Bryan snarled, "Mark, how can you take advantage of Olivia? Did she agree to sleep with you, or did you force yourself on her?"

I laughed at their questioning gazes. They peered at me disdainfully, but I replied with a smirk, "I have standards. I don't force myself on women. Stay away from my adopted sister. Whatever relationship I have with Olivia is my headache. She's not related to me by blood."

The atmosphere thickened. Coach Tyler had already left. I spun and left them, shutting the door behind me.

"Mark is damn crazy! How can he take advantage of that beautiful girl? Is it because she's an orphan? We heard her parents threw her out when she was born," Caleb's voice resonated in the room as I stood in the hallway, preparing to leave for the hospital.

They weren't happy I admitted to being in a relationship with Olivia. She wasn't my blood sister, so I didn't care what they said.

Logan growled in my head, "Let's not pay attention to them. The sooner we claim Olivia, the better to keep them away from her."

"You're right," I agreed with Logan, making my way out of the court.

I got into my red sports car and drove off to the pack hospital, anticipating seeing Olivia. I didn't want to arrive empty-handed.

Logan advised, "Let's get her a present for Olivia. What do you think she would like?"

As I drove down the road to the pack hospital, I spotted an eatery. I was famished—I was supposed to join my teammates for lunch, but I didn't want to spend time with them. I had pressing matters.

A smile curled on my lips. I drove into the eatery's parking lot and got out. That's when I came across Ava Anderson and my younger sister, Emily.

"Hey, Mark!" Ava exclaimed, rushing to envelop me in a warm hug. Her chest pressed against mine, and my wolf grimaced in disgust. Even as the Alpha's daughter, Logan didn't like her—she was cheap and had slept with many handsome guys in our pack. I was her target, and I didn't want her. Her eyes shamelessly raked over my body with clear desire. She bit her bottom lip as she moved away, running her left fingers through her lengthy blonde hair. She wore a yellow crop top, pink shorts, and pink shoes. She was stunning with enchanting yellow eyes glowing with lust.

Emily, however, glared at me and looked away. She was still annoyed I'd taken Olivia's side and protected her. After all, Olivia was my sister—even as I planned to court and date her now. I couldn't get her out of my mind, especially after I'd walked in on her naked that day. I cursed myself for not knocking.