Chapter 4

(Olivia's POV)

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.

Just then, the door swung open, and a female nurse arrived with a health worker who served me breakfast, as it was past 11 a.m.

It was a plate of steaming custard, 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 also resembled Erica Robin, my schoolmate.

“I am fine,” I replied, and she nodded with a smile. She was tall, chubby, and had long, thick brown hair packed into a ponytail, with 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 at her words.

“Nice to meet you, Nurse Hazel,” I replied, peering at her beautiful face. I wondered why she was so 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 torture me like my adopted 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. 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 on 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 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 my meal, I pushed the bed table aside and wiped off my tears.

I knew crying didn’t 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 it, and succumbed to sleep.

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(Mark’s POV)

“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, and they didn’t want to accept their loss. 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 too, 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, 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, attractive, tall, and identical, and they were Omegas too.

We also had Alpha Johnson’s only son, Bryan Anderson. He was 25 years old, dark-skinned, tall, handsome and played as our shooting guard. He shot the ball, covering long range and scoring many points. He was my teammate, and we were good friends.

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

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

Logan whispered to me that Olivia could be my real mate. I knew that I used to avoid her and hardly talk to her, but since she became a teenager and started developing breasts, I couldn’t stop thinking about her growth, and I no longer cared whether she had a wolf or not.

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

She had the most amazing smile that could capture any man’s heart, but she rarely smiled and only on the few occasions I caught her laughing with her best friend, Erica Robin.

“Mark, Olivia is possibly our 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 irritated me.

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 kicked off, we were scoring against the Red Ballers, a total of 120 points, while they were only at 30 points. Still, their group leader, Enzo Lawrence, whose father was a billionaire and the 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 rushed to block the ball, preventing me from passing 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. It was an eight-minute match.

A minute left, and Enzo glared at me as the basketball match continued. Dribbling and passing, Bryan did a free throw and scored one point, giving us 124 points against them.

The Yellow Ballers won.

As the match came to an end, I set off to leave for the hospital to check on Olivia again before I returned home. However, Bryan and Daniel rushed 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 glaring 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 shouted as we 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 my attention, his lips curled 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, a short skirt, and boots, and 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 hoodie, black trousers, and black boots.

“Alright, Coach. I will be there,” I replied with a smile as I set off to leave.

“That reminds me, Mark. Rita’s 18th 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, together 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 birthday. I am sorry,” I replied apologetically, and 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 by 6 p.m., so I am guessing you will be free by then,” Coach Tyler said, as it was Tuesday.

“Alright, Coach. I will make time for it,” I replied, wanting to leave, and Rita rushed up to wrap me in a hug, and 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 couldn’t stop ogling at me. Rita was a Delta wolf, and she was hoping that I would be her real mate.

Moving my right hand behind my head, I ruffled my short black hair, smiled and said, “I’ve to go.”