CHAPTER 2

Olivia's POV:

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

My eyes took in my surroundings, and I discovered that I was in the pack's hospital.

The thick smell of disinfectant filled my nostrils, but as my eyes swung open, I saw him, Mark George. He was wearing yellow sportswear and blue shorts that he wore for his basketball game against other neighboring packs.

*What is he doing here?* I wondered, moving my hand to sit up on the bed.

I didn't know how long I had been blacked out, but as the nurse saw that I was awake, she screamed, "She is awake, doctor!"

That's when I found out that my head was wrapped with several bandages.

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

*What did Mark want from me?* I wondered. *Why was he in this 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 adopted mother and her daughter weren't present in this hospital room, and that was a relief. But I was saddened by the thought that I won't 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 couldn't speak but croaked out words that he didn't hear.

Surprisingly, Mark brought his bottle of water that he had been drinking when I awoke. He stepped closer to me, his earthly scent of forest grass filled my nostrils, as his hand positioned the bottle of water on my mouth.

His left 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 still dry, and I saw the female nurse who had rushed out before arriving with a male doctor, and they walked up to the hospital bed to meet me.

I found out that I was the only one admitted to this hospital room.

"Good morning, Miss Olivia. You are finally awake," the male doctor said. "Do you feel any head ache?" He was dressed in a white doctor's coat, black trousers, and shoes. His hands were holding a file report, and he accessed the heart monitor to see if he could turn it off.

"Yes, Doctor. My head aches. Since when was I brought in here" I asked him hoarsely. My throat 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 bottle. His forest grass scent lingered on my lips, and his yellow eyes were watching me 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?* I wondered. *What did he come here to do? He didn't care about me, right? He just wanted to be sure that his mother had not killed me. Otherwise, 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 deep wound on your head, as we thought you had memory loss from the severe head injury due to the level of your attack."

I scowled, and the doctor assured me, "Don't 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 replied with a charming smile on his face, as he was a young man.

However, Mark, who stood a short-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 voice calm. His yellow eyes watched me as he finished speaking with Dr. Sam.

I felt uncomfortable at the way Mark's eyes were staring at me. I had so many questions to ask Dr. Sam about who had brought me to this hospital.

That morning, I remembered that Mark had driven out with his car, so how come he was here with me?

Dr. Sam cleared his throat once more and informed Mark, "Well, it seems your adopted sister, Olivia, is improving better. She will get discharged tomorrow, as we need to keep a close watch on her to be sure that 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 Anderson and have her arrested."

Mark's gaze hardened as I looked at his face and lowered my head.

"She is not my sister, doctors," he replied with a cold voice, and it made my heart cringe.

"I know," Dr. Sam interjected. "And that's why I am warning you and your family to abstain from child abuse. The next time that this happens, it will not end here in this hospital. Excuse me, Mark, I would like to see another patient."

Dr. Sam strode out of the hospital room with the female nurse who had accompanied him.

I felt the atmosphere in the room become tense as Mark strolled to my bed to meet me.

I didn't want to raise my head up to look at his 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 as his forest grass scent filled my nostrils. It made me feel like I was in the forest with him.

Mark's hands reached for my palm, and I felt a wave of sparks from the touch.

I quickly withdraw my hand to myself like it's burnt. Still, I did not want to look at his face.

“I am sorry about what my mother and sister did to you,” Mark apologized, his voice soft. His yellow eyes were watching me, and 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," I replied, nervously.

"Hmm…" Mark hummed and asked, "What if I don't want to stay away from you?"

"Huh?" I raised my head and looked at his face. My eyes meeting with his desirous gaze on me.