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 female nurse arrived with a female health worker who served me breakfast. I saw that it was 11 a.m.

It was a plate of hot custard with liquid 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 resembled Erica Robin, my schoolmate.

"I am fine," I replied, and she nodded with a smile. She was tall, chubby, and had long, brown, thick hair. She packed it in a ponytail and wore a white nurse 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 with 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. Dr. Sam is only trying to help you from a place of love. Besides, Alpha Johnson Anderson 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 have gotten home to get my stuff," I replied, my tone soft, my eyes watching her, and 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 wasn'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 pushed the bed table aside and lay on the bed. I wiped off my tears, knowing that crying doesn't solve anything.

I had to be strong, and that was what I decided to do. I laid back on the bed, my back resting on it as I succumbed to sleep.

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

"Get into positions! The game is about to start!" Coach Tyler yelled, his stern voice 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 twenty-five years old, dark-skinned, tall, and played as our shooting guard. He stroked the ball, covered long range, and scored many points. He was my teammate, and we were good friends.

His Beta, Daniel Ryan, was our power forward player and focused on rebounding and defense. As I played as the versatile player, the small forward, we made a great team since becoming the Yellow Ballers in our set.

As the basketball match started, my mood improved as Logan, my wolf, was happy that Olivia was finally awake.

Logan told me that Olivia could be my fated 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, and 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, had striking long, 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 at a few times when I caught her laughing with her best friend, Erica Robin.

"Mark, Olivia is possibly your fated 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 off.

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 real parents threw her away.

As the fourth quarter of the basketball match resumed, we were scoring against the Red Ballers—a total of 120 points, while they were just at 30 points. Still, their group leader, Enzo Lawrence, whose father was a billionaire and a sponsor of the basketball game, 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 the ball 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 in a three-hour match.

One minute left, and Enzo glared at me as the basketball match continued. They dribbled and passed the ball until Bryan caught it and did a free throw with his alpha's strength, scoring one point and giving us 124 points against them.

The Yellow Ballers won.

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

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

"Thanks, Alpha," I replied with a smile, seeing Enzo glare at me. But I shifted my gaze to Daniel and shook his hand before the triplets, Carter, Caleb, and Cooper came forward to hug me too.

"Up Yellow Ballers!" we cheered as we posed for group photos, 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 curved in a smile as I walked up to meet him. His youngest daughter, Rita, was among the Yellow Ballers' group cheerleaders. She wore a yellow crop top, pink short skirt, and pink shoes. 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 as he wore a yellow top, black trousers, and black boots.

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

"That reminds me, Mark. Rita's 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, along with our team members.

"Um, Coach, I have something to take care of at home, so I might not be available to attend Rita's 18th birthday. I am sorry," I replied apologetically.

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 will be free by then," Coach Tyler insisted, as it was Tuesday.

"Alright, Coach. I will make it," I replied, wanting to leave.

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 filled my nostrils, and I smiled and carefully pulled her away from me.

"It's fine," I replied bashfully. The young women in the pack cannot stop ogling at me. Rita was a Delta wolf, and she was hoping that I was going to be her fated mate.

Raking my right hand behind my head, as I raked my short black hair, I smiled and said, "I have to go."