Mated To My Obsessive Foster Brother

Chapter 2

Olivia:

After that day, I woke up and found myself lying on a white bed, and the medical device beeping near my head.

My eyes took in my surroundings, and I found out that I was in a hospital. The thick smell of disinfectant filled my nostrils. As my eyes swung open, I saw him, Mark George, wearing a yellow sports jersey and blue shorts that he wore for his basketball playing in the pack's basketball sport against other neighboring packs.

"What is he doing here?" I wondered as I tried to move my hand. I did not know how long I had blacked out, but as the nurse saw that I was awake, she screamed, "She is awake, Doctor!"

That was when I found out that my head had bandages, and I was wrapped up with several bandages on my head.

The last thing I remembered was my foster mother's brutal beating that morning, after Mark had defended me for the first time in his family house. Now he was here.

'What did Mark want from me again? Why was he in my hospital room? Who brought me to this hospital?' A series of questions flooded my head, and I could feel a pounding headache at the thought of it.

Luckily, my foster mother and her daughter, Emily, were not present in this hospital room, and that was a relief. However, I was saddened by the thought that I would not be able to further my education at the pack's university.

"You're finally awake," Mark said as he rushed over to my bed to meet me. I recoiled away from him as I tried to sit up on the bed, but he frowned.

Mark had always avoided me, so why was he acting like he cared about me now? I did not want to get hit by my foster mother again. So it was best that Mark kept his distance away from me.

As I tried to speak, my throat was sore, and I could not speak but croaked out words that he did not hear. Surprisingly, Mark brought his bottle of water that he had been drinking when I awoke, and he stepped closer to me. His earthy scent of pinewood filled my nostrils as he positioned his drinking water in my mouth. His right hand instinctively reached for my back, and he helped me to sit up properly on the bed.

"Here, drink some water," Mark said, and I froze. However, my throat was too dry, and I saw the female nurse who had rushed out before arrive with a doctor. They walked up to my hospital bed to meet me. I found out that I was the only one admitted in this hospital room.

"Good morning, Miss Olivia. You are finally awake. Do you feel any headache?" asked the male doctor in a white doctor's coat, black trousers, and shoes. He held a medical file in his hand and was checking the monitor to see if he could take it off.

"Yes, my head aches. Since when was I brought in here?" I asked the doctor hoarsely as my throat still felt dry, even after I had drunk the bottle of water. I could not drink much water because I could taste Mark's lips on the bottle, and with the way his eyes watched me intensely with a look of worry on his face, I could not comfortably meet his gaze like before.

'Why was Mark watching me like a predator? What did he come here to do? He did not care about me, right? He just wanted to be sure that his mother had not killed me. If not, she would be sent to jail for murder,' I guessed.

The male doctor cleared his throat and said, "You were brought in here three days ago and fell into a coma. Thankfully, you only suffered from a cut, as we thought you had memory loss or a severe head injury due to the level of your attack."

I scowled, and the doctor assured me, "Do not worry; you are improving just fine. Even though you are an ordinary Omega."

The words "ordinary Omega" hurt me, but I forced a tight smile and replied, "Thank you, Doctor."

"You can call me Dr. Sam," he said with a charming smile on his face. He was a young man, but Mark, who stood a few distance away from my bed, coughed to show his presence in the room.

"Doctor, how is Olivia's health? Will she be discharged today now that she is finally awake?" Mark asked, his yellow eyes watching me as his lips parted and he spoke to Dr. Sam.

I could feel uncomfortable at the way Mark's eyes were staring at me, and I had so many questions to ask Dr. Sam about who had brought me to the hospital. As I clearly remembered, Mark had driven away with his car, so how come he was here with me?

Dr. Sam cleared his throat and told Mark, "Well, it seems your sister, Olivia, is improving better. She will be discharged tomorrow as we need to keep a close watch on her to be sure that she did not suffer any form of traumatic head injury. And kindly warn your mother to refrain from hitting Olivia to that extent again. If this occurs, I will personally report her to Alpha Johnson and have her arrested."

Mark's gaze hardened as I met his gaze and lowered my head.

"She is not my sister, Doctor," he replied, his voice cold and making my heart cringe.

"I know, and that's why I am warning you and your family to abstain from child abuse. The next time that this will happen, it will not end here in this hospital. Excuse me, as I would like to see other patients," Dr. Sam walked out of the hospital room with the female nurse who had accompanied him, and I could feel the atmosphere in the room become tense as Mark strolled to my bed to meet me.

I did not want to raise my head up to look at his face. I could feel his eyes watching me intensely, and it made me nervous as if I had a swollen face.

As Mark neared my bed, I held my breath as his pinewood scent filled my nostrils. His right hand reached for my hand, and I felt sparks from the touch. I quickly withdrew my hand to myself as if it had burnt, still, I did not want to look at his face.

"I am sorry about what my mother and sister did to you," Mark said, his voice soft and his eyes watching me.

I lowered my head and nodded. "You do not have to apologize. It's fine. Just stay away from me, and there will be peace."

"Mm…" Mark hummed and asked, "What if I cannot stay away and I do not want to stay away?"

"Huh?" I raised my head and met his gaze, my eyes locking with his desirous gaze on me.