Mated To My Obsessive Foster Brother

Chapter 2

(Olivia's POV)

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

My eyes took in my surroundings, and I realized I was in a hospital.

The thick smell of disinfectant filled my nostrils, but as my eyes swung open, I saw him—Mark George—wearing a yellow sports jersey and blue shorts, the outfit he wore for his basketball game in the pack’s sports league against neighboring packs.

*What is he doing here?* I wondered as I tried to move my hand.

I didn’t know how long I had been unconscious, but as the nurse saw that I was awake, she screamed, “She’s awake, Doctor!”

That’s when I noticed that my head was wrapped in several bandages. 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’s house. Now he was here.

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

Luckily, my foster mother and her daughter, Emily, weren’t present in the hospital room, and that was a relief. But I was saddened by the thought that I wouldn’t be able to further my education at the pack’s university.

“You’re finally awake,” Mark said as he rushed over to the hospital bed to meet me. However, I recoiled away from him as I tried to sit up, but he frowned.

Mark had always avoided me, so why was he acting like he cared about me now? I didn’t want to get hit by my foster mother again. It was best that Mark kept his distance from me.

As I tried to speak, my throat was sore, and I could only croak out words that he didn’t hear.

Surprisingly, Mark brought the bottle of water that he had been drinking when I awoke and stepped closer to me. His earthy scent of fresh grass filled my nostrils as he positioned the bottle at my mouth. His right hand instinctively reached for my back, and he helped me sit up properly in 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 earlier arrive with a doctor. They walked up to my hospital bed. I realized I was the only patient in this room.

“Good morning, Miss Olivia. You’re finally awake. Do you feel any headache again?” asked the male doctor in a white coat, black trousers, and shoes. He held a medical file in his hand and assessed the monitor to see if he could remove it.

“Yes. My head aches. Since when was I brought in here?” I asked the doctor hoarsely; my throat still felt dry, even after I had drunk from the bottle of water.

I couldn’t drink much water because I could taste Mark’s lips on the rim, and with the way his eyes watched me intensely—with a look of worry on his face—I couldn’t comfortably meet his gaze like before.

*Why was Mark watching me like a predator? What had he come here to do? He didn’t care about me, right? He just wanted to be sure that his mother hadn’t killed me; if she had, 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 some cuts; we thought you had amnesia or a severe head injury due to the extent of your attack.”

I scowled, and the doctor assured me, “Don’t worry, you’re improving just fine. Even though you’re 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. He was a young man, but Mark, who stood a few feet away from my bed, coughed to remind everyone of his presence in the room.

“Doctor, how is Olivia’s health? Will she be discharged today now that she’s finally awake?” Mark asked, his yellow eyes still on me as his lips parted to speak to Dr. Sam.

I felt uncomfortable at the way Mark’s eyes stared at me, and I had so many questions to ask Dr. Sam about who had brought me to the hospital.

I clearly remembered that Mark had driven off in his car, so how had he ended up here with me?

Dr. Sam cleared his throat and told Mark, “Well, it seems your sister, Olivia, is improving. She’ll be discharged tomorrow; we need to keep a close watch on her to be sure she didn’t suffer any form of traumatic head injury. And 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 hardened as I met his eyes and then lowered my head.

“She is not my sister, Doctor,” Mark replied, his voice cold and making my heart cringe.

“I know, and that’s why I’m warning you and your family to abstain from child abuse. The next time this happens, it won’t end here in this hospital. Excuse me; I’d 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.

I didn’t want to raise my head to look at Mark's face. I could feel his eyes watching me intensely, and it made me nervous, like I had a swollen face.

As Mark neared my bed, I held my breath; his fresh grass scent filled my nostrils again. His right hand reached for mine, and I felt sparks from the touch.

I quickly withdrew my hand as if it had been burned, still refusing to look at his face.

“I’m sorry about what my mother and sister did to you,” Mark said, his voice soft and his eyes on me.

I lowered my head and nodded. “You don’t have to apologize. It’s fine. Just stay away from me, and there will be peace.”

“Mmm,” 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.