CHAPTER 4

Olivia's POV:

The sound of Mark's phone ringing broke the awkward silence in the room, and he said, "I have to go now, Olivia. Take care. "

Mark caressed my cheek in a gentle pat before he darted out of the room.

I breathed out heavily, feeling exhausted.

Just then, the door swung open again, and a female nurse walked in with a female assistant who served me breakfast, as I saw it was 11 am.

"Good morning," I greeted her as her assistant served me the breakfast. It was a plate of hot custard, liquid milk, and two hot bean cake.

"How do you feel?" The female nurse asked me with a gentle voice. Her lips curled up in a smile on her pretty brown face, and she resembled Dr. Sam and Erica Robin, my school mate.

"I am fine, Nurse," I replied nervously, and she nodded, still smiling. She was tall and chubby, with long, thick, brown hair. She packed it in a ponytail, wearing 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 could feel my heart flutter with butterflies at her words.

"Thank you, Nurse Hazel. It's a pleasure to meet you," I replied, looking 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 away from my foster parents home and to torture me like my adopted mother and sister did?

"You don't have to worry," Nurse Hazel interrupted my thoughts. "I heard my brother's offer to you. Sam is not a bad person. He is only trying to help you, from a place of love. Besides, Alpha Johnson will not be happy finding out that you were treated poorly by your adopted parents. It's against the adoption rules and regulations of this pack," she said, her tone firm. Though she spoke to me lightly, like I was her friend.

"Thank you, Nurse Hazel. I will reconsider Dr. Sam's offer. But I have to go home first to get my stuff," I said. My tone is soft. My eyes met her brown eyes, and she smiled.

"Alright, Olivia. Take care of yourself," Nurse Hazel replied, before turning away and walking out of the room.

"Hmph..." I exhaled and picked up the silver spoon. I resumed eating my breakfast, scooping the hot custard mixed with milk into my mouth. My head was aching at the thought of moving over to Dr. Sam's house. He was handsome, attractive, and doing well. But he was still a stranger to me.

If I wasn't a wolfless Omega, I could have been thrilled at the thought of finding my real mate. But then, 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 with my breakfast, I wiped off my tears, pushed the tray aside, and knew that crying did not solve anything.

I had to be strong, and that was what I made up my mind to do.

I lay back on the bed, my back resting against the soft mattress as it soothed my body. Soon, I succumb to sleep.

*****

Mark's POV:

"Mark, what kept you so long?" My basketball coach, Tyler Benjamin, yelled at me as I arrived late at the basketball court.

We had a friendly match against the Red Ballers in our pack. They didn't want to accept their losses, but it wasn't my place to ask them to give up trying to win.

Aside from playing for the Yellow Ballers team in my pack, I also played against other top packs as a top player. I was on the Star Field basketball team.

"I am sorry, coach. Something came up at the hospital, and I had to hurry over," I replied before joining the court, as the game is about to start.

Coach Tyler frowned and yelled, "Get into positions! The game is about to begin!" His voice was cold and cut off my excuse.

I ran to join my team of basketball players. We had the triplets Carter, Caleb, and Cooper Grayson. They were the center players. They were responsible for shot blocking, rebounding, and defending the ball. Likewise, they were brown-skinned, tall, attractive, rich, and identical, and they were omegas too.

We also have Alpha Johnson's only son, Bryan Anderson. He was 25 years old, dark-skinned, tall, handsome, and played as our shooting guard. He stroked the ball, covering long ranges and scoring many points for our team. Not only that, but he was my alpha, and we were good friends.

His Beta, Daniel Ryan, played as our power forward, focusing on rebounding and defense.

I played as the versatile player, the small forward, and most times I sank the ball into the opponent's baskets.

Together, we make a great team since we became the Yellow Ballers from our set.

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

Logan tells me in my heart that Olivia could be my real mate.

I knew that I used to avoid Olivia, and I hardly talked to her because she was my adopted sister and my parents treated her badly.

But since she became a teenager and started developing breasts, I could not stop thinking about her rapid growth.

I felt strongly attracted to her, and I am unconcerned whether she had a wolf or not.

Olivia was charming and everything I wanted in my woman. She was of average height. She had striking, long blonde hair that bounced and waved whenever she let it down.

She had enchanting blue eyes like other wolf-less kids. Likewise, she had the most amazing smiles that captured my heart, but she rarely smiled at me, and only at a few times that I caught her laughing with her best friend, Erica Robin.

"Mark, Olivia is possibly our mate, even though she does not have a wolf. She is gorgeous and acceptable," Logan said, wanting Olivia too.

But the fact that she was like a sister to me irked me the most.

I knew Olivia wasn't the only she-wolf in this pack who was born on a moonless night. But she was adorable, and I wonder why her parents threw her away.

As the fourth quarter of the basketball match continued, I ran to capture the ball as we were scoring against the Red Ballers, a total of 120 points, while they were just at 30 points.

Their captain, Enzo Lawrence, whose father was a billionaire and a sponsor of the basketball game, didn't want to take 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 reach to block the ball, preventing me from passing the ball and scoring another goal.

However, as I turned to pass the ball to Daniel, I jumped and threw the ball into the red team basket, scoring three points for my team. As it was an 8-minute final.

With a minute left, Enzo glared at me as the basketball match continued. They dribbled and passed the ball, then alpha Bryan captured it and did a free throw into the Red Team's basket. He scored one point, giving us a total of 124 points against their 30 points.

The Yellow Ballers won!!.

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

"Congratulations Mark! You did a fantastic job!" Alpha Bryan squealed as he shook hands with me and enveloped me in a warm hug.

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

"Up Yellow Ballers!" We squealed and posed for a group photo 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 curled in a smile as I walked up to meet him. His youngest daughter, Rita, was among the Yellow Ballers cheerleaders. She wore a yellow tank top and yellow skirt with yellow boots as she smiled and waved at me. I jogged up to meet her father, and he said, "You did an impressive job, Mark. Together with the team. We have a basketball game coming up next week against the Bright Star Pack. So you all need to get prepared."

Coach Tyler looked serious, as he wore a yellow top, black trousers, and black boots.

"Alright coach. I will be there," I replied with a smile and set to leave.

Coach Tyler remembered and said, "That reminds me, Mark. Rita's 18th birthday is tomorrow. Are you going to attend it? I already invited the rest of the team, and they promised to be there." Coach Tyler looked at my face as Bryan and Daniel walked up to meet us. Together with the rest of 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, and Coach Tyler wore a tight expression on his face.

"Mark, the party won't start in the morning. It will start in the evening by 6pm, so I am guessing you will be free by then," Coach Tyler said, his voice firm, and it was Tuesday.

"Alright, Coach. I will make a chance for it," I replied, wanting to leave, but Rita ran up and wrapped me in a hug. I stiffened as her hands enveloped my waist.

"Thank you, Mark!" Rita giggled, her rose scent filling my nostrils, and I smiled and carefully pulled her away from me.

"It's fine," I replied, bashfully. I knew the young women in the pack could not stop ogling at me.

Rita was a Delta wolf, and she was hoping that I would be her fated mate.

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