Mated To My Obsessive Foster Brother

Chapter 4

••Olivia••

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

Mark darted out of the room, and I breathed out heavily, feeling exhausted. A nurse arrived with a health worker who served me breakfast as I saw that it was 11 a.m.

It was a plate of hot custard, milk, and two bean cakes.

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

"I am fine," I said, and she nodded with a smile. She was tall, chubby, and had long, thick brown hair packed in a ponytail, wearing a white nurse's cap on her head.

"Alright. Take care of yourself. I'm Nurse Hazel Owen, Dr. Sam's elder sister. I'm married with two kids," she introduced herself in a soft voice, and I felt my heart flutter 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, and that made me reconsider his offer. But they were still strangers to me. What if they were pretending to lure me from my foster parents' home and torture me like my foster mother and sister did?

"You don't have to worry. I heard my brother's offer to you. But he's not a bad person. Sam is only trying to help you from a place of love. Besides, Alpha Johnson won't be happy finding out that 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 I was her friend.

"Thank you, Nurse. I will reconsider Dr. Sam's offer. But that's after I get home to get my stuff," I said softly, my eyes on her as she smiled.

"Alright. Take care, Olivia," Nurse Hazel said as she walked to the door and exited the room.

I resumed eating my breakfast, my head aching at the thought of moving to a total stranger's house.

If I weren't a wolfless omega, I could have been thrilled at the thought of finding my mate, but I had no wolf to help me find him—the man who could have been destined for me by the moon goddess.

As I finished my breakfast, I wiped away my tears, knowing that crying didn't solve anything. I had to be strong, and that was why I made up my mind.

I lay back on the bed, resting against the pillows as I succumbed to sleep.

*****

••Mark••

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

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

"I'm sorry, Coach. Something came up, and I had to hurry over," I replied, joining the court as my coach frowned.

"Get into positions! The game is about to start!" Coach Tyler yelled, his voice cold and cutting off my excuse.

I ran to join my team of basketball players. We had the triplets—Carter, Caleb, and Cooper Grayson—who were the center players. They were responsible for shot-blocking, rebounding, and defending the ball. They were dark-skinned, tall, and identical, as they were omegas too.

We also had Alpha Johnson's only son, Bryan Anderson. He was 25 years old, dark-skinned, tall, and played as our shooting guard. He stroked the ball, covering long range and scoring many points. He was my teammate, and we were good friends. 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 as the Yellow Ballers in our set.

As the basketball match kicked off, my mood improved as Logan, my wolf, was happy that Olivia was finally awake. Something in me told me that Olivia could be my mate. I knew I used to avoid her and hardly talked to her, but since she became a teenager and started developing breasts, I couldn't stop thinking about her rapid growth. I was unconcerned whether she had a wolf or not.

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

"Mark, Olivia is possibly our mate, even though she doesn't have a wolf scent. She is still acceptable and beautiful," Logan said, wanting Olivia too. But the fact that she was like a sister to me irked me.

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

As the fourth quarter of the basketball match kicked off, we were scoring against the Red Ballers—a total of 120 points while they were at just 30. Still, their group leader, Enzo Lawrence, whose father was a billionaire and the sponsor of the basketball games, didn't want to accept his loss.

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

Enzo and his Red team players reached to block the ball, preventing me from passing and scoring. As I turned to pass the ball to Daniel, I jumped and threw the ball into the Red team's basket, scoring three points for my team. It was an 8-minute match.

One minute left, and Enzo glared at us as the basketball match continued with dribbling and passing. Then Bryan did a free throw and scored one point, giving us 124 points against them.

The Yellow Ballers won.

As the match came to an end, I prepared to leave for the hospital to check on Olivia again before returning home. However, Bryan and Daniel ran up to shake hands with me.

"Congratulations, Mark! You did a great job!" Bryan squealed as he shook hands with me and enveloped me in a warm hug.

"Thanks, Alpha," I replied with a smile, seeing Enzo glaring at me. But I shifted my gaze to Daniel Ryan and shook his hand before the triplets—Carter, Caleb, and Cooper—came forward to hug me with the rest of our teammates.

"Up, Yellow Ballers!" we squealed as we posed for a group photo on Bryan's phone, before going to meet our coach. It was a friendly match against the Red Ballers, who refused to accept defeat.

"Mark!" Coach Tyler called to my attention, his lips curled in a smile as I walked up to meet him. His daughter, Rita, was among the Yellow Ballers' group cheerleaders. She smiled and waved at me as I walked up to meet her father.

"You did a great job, Mark—together with the team. We have a basketball game coming up next week against the Bright Star Pack, so you need to get prepared," Coach Tyler said. He wore a yellow top and black trousers with polished black shoes.

"Alright, Coach. I will be there," I replied with a smile as I prepared to leave.

"That reminds me, Mark. Rita's 18th birthday is tomorrow. Are you going to come? I invited the rest of the team, and they promised to be there," Coach Tyler said as Bryan and Daniel walked up to meet us, together with our team members.

"Um, I have something to take care of at home, Coach. So I might not be available to attend Rita's 18th birthday. I'm sorry," I said apologetically, and Rita's smile faded. But Coach Tyler wore a tight expression.

"Mark, the party won't start in the morning. It will 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. I will make time for it," I replied, wanting to leave, and Rita rushed up to wrap me in a hug. I stiffened as her hands enveloped my waist.

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

"It's fine," I replied bashfully. The young women in the pack couldn't stop ogling me. Rita was a delta wolf, and she hoped I would be her mate.

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