Mated To My Obsessive Foster Brother

Chapter 2

(Olivia's POV)

After that day, I wake up and find myself lying on a white bed, with a monitor beeping near my head.

My eyes take in my surroundings, and I see I'm in the pack's hospital. The thick smell of disinfectant fills my nostrils, but as my eyes flutter open, I see him — Mark George. He's wearing yellow sportswear and blue shorts, the ones he wears for his basketball games against other neighbouring packs.

*What is he doing here?* I wonder, as I try to move my right hand. I don't know how long I have been asleep, but as the nurse sees that I'm awake, she screams, "She is awake, Doctor!"

That's when I realize my head is wrapped in several bandages. The last thing I remember is my foster mother's brutal beating that morning, after Mark had defended me for the first time in his family's house. Now he is here again.

*What does Mark want from me? Why is he in my hospital room? Who brought me to this hospital?* A series of questions floods my head, and I can feel a pounding headache at the thought of it.

Luckily, my foster mother and her daughter, Emily, aren't present in the room, and that is a relief. Still, I'm saddened by the thought that I won't be able to further my education at the pack's university.

"You're finally awake," Mark says, standing up from the chair he's been sitting in and rushing over to the bed to meet me.

I recoil from him as I try to sit up, but he frowns.

Mark has always avoided me, so why is he acting like he cares about me now?

I don't want to get hit by my foster mother again, so it's best that Mark keeps his distance.

As I try to speak, my throat feels sore, and I can't manage anything but croaked words that he can't hear.

Surprisingly, Mark brings over the half-empty bottle of water he has been drinking from since I awoke. He steps closer to me, and his masculine scent of pine trees fills my nostrils. His right hand instinctively reaches for my back, and he helps me sit up properly on the bed as he positions the bottle at my mouth.

"Here, drink some water," Mark says, and I freeze.

My throat feels dry, and I see the female nurse who had rushed out earlier arriving with a male doctor. They walk up to my hospital bed to meet me. I realize that I'm the only one admitted in this room.

"Good morning, Miss Olivia. You are finally awake. Do you feel any headache?" the male doctor asks. He is wearing a white doctor's coat, black trousers, and black shoes. He picks up a file beside my bed and checks the monitor to see if he can turn it off.

"Yes, Doctor. My head aches. When was I brought in here?" I ask him hoarsely.

My throat still feels dry, even after I have drunk from the bottle of water.

I can't drink much, because I can taste Mark's lips on the bottle's rim, and with the way his yellow eyes are watching me intensely — a look of worry on his face — I can't comfortably meet his gaze like before.

*Why is Mark watching me like a predator? What did he come here to do? He doesn't care about me, right? He just wants to be sure that his mother hasn't killed me. Otherwise, she would be sent to jail for murder, I guess.*

The doctor clears his throat and replies, "You were brought in here three days ago and fell into a coma. Thankfully, you only suffered a minor wound. I had feared you might have memory loss from a severe head injury, given the level of the attack."

I scowl, and the doctor assures me, "Don't worry, you are improving just fine — even though you are an ordinary Omega."

The words *ordinary Omega* hurt me, but I force a tight smile and reply, "Thank you, Doctor."

"You can call me Dr. Sam," he says with a charming smile. He's a young man, but Mark, who stands a short distance away from my bed, coughs to make his presence known in the room.

"Dr. Sam, how is Olivia's health? Will she be discharged today, now that she is finally awake?" Mark asks, his yellow eyes watching me intensely. His thin lips part as he speaks to Dr. Sam.

I feel uncomfortable at the way Mark's eyes are fixed on me with so much desire.

I have so many questions to ask Dr. Sam about who brought me here to the hospital, as I clearly remember that Mark had driven out in his car that morning. So how is he here with me now?

Dr. Sam clears his throat and replies, "Mark, it seems your sister, Olivia, is improving well. She will be discharged tomorrow, as I need to keep a close watch on her to be sure that she doesn't suffer any form of traumatic head injury. Kindly warn your mother to desist 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 hardens as I meet his eyes and then lower my head.

"She is not my sister, Doctor," he replies, his voice cold, 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 this happens, it will not end here in this hospital. Kindly excuse me — I need to see another patient," Dr. Sam says, before walking out of the room with the female nurse who had accompanied him.

I can feel the atmosphere in the room grow tense as Mark strolls to my bedside.

I don't want to raise my head to look at his face. I can feel his eyes watching me intensely, and it makes me nervous, as though I have a swollen face.

As Mark nears my bed, I hold my breath as his pine scent fills my nostrils. His right hand reaches for mine, and I feel sparks from the touch.

I quickly withdraw my hand as if it burned, and still, I don't want to look at his face.

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

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

"Mmm." Mark hums, and asks, "What if I cannot stay away from you — and I do not want to?"

"Huh?" My jaw drops as I raise my head and meet his gaze, my eyes locking with his desirous stare.