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 darted out of the room, and I breathed out heavily, feeling exhausted. A nurse arrived with a health worker who served me breakfast, as I saw that it was past 11:00 a.m. It was a plate of hot custard with 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. Also, she resembled Erica Robin, my schoolmate.

"I am fine," I said, and she nodded with a smile. She was tall, chubby, and had long, thick brown hair, which she packed in a bun, 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 at her words.

"Nice to meet you, Nurse Hazel," I replied, peering at her beautiful face, as 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 to torture me like my adoptive 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 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 Star-Field 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 said, my tone soft, my eyes watching her, and she smiled.

"Alright. Take care, Olivia," Nurse Hazel said, as she walked away to the door and exited the room.

I resumed with my breakfast, feeling my head aching at the thought of moving over 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.

After I finished my breakfast, I wiped off my tears, knowing that crying doesn't solve anything. I had to be strong, and that was what I made up my mind to do. I laid back on the bed, my back resting on the bed as I 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. They didn't want to take 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 too, as I was among the Star Field 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 voice cutting off my excuse.

I ran to join my team of basketball players, as 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.

Also, we had Alpha Johnson's son, Bryan Anderson. He was twenty-five years old, dark-skinned, tall, and played as our shooting guard. He stroked the ball, covering long range and scoring many points. He was my teammate, and we were good friends.

Also, his Beta, Daniel Ryan, was our power forward player, focusing on rebounding and defense. As I played as the versatile player, the small forward. Together, we made a great team, since we became 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. Something in me tells me that she could be my mate.

I knew that I used to avoid Olivia, and I hardly talked to her, but since she became a teenager and started developing breásts, I couldn't stop thinking of her rapid growth, and I am unconcerned whether she had a wolf or not.

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

Olivia had the most amazing smile that could capture any man's heart, but she rarely smiled 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 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 know 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 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 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 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 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 basket, scoring three points for my team, as it was an eight-minute match.

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

"The Yellow Ballers win!"

As the match came to an end, I set 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.

"Congratulations Mark! You did a great job!" Bryan squealed, shaking hands with me and enveloping 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 hands before the triplets, Carter, Caleb, and Cooper, came forward to hug me too.

"Up Yellow Ballers!" We squealed 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 to my attention, his lips curled in a smile as I walked up to meet him. His daughter, Rita, was among the Yellow Ballers group cheerleaders. 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 upcoming next week against the Bright Star Pack, so you need to get prepared," Coach Tyler said as he wore a yellow top and black trousers.

"Alright, Coach. I will be there," I replied with a smile as I set 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, I have something to take care of at home, Coach, so I might not be available to attend Rita's birthday. I am sorry," I said 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 6:00 p.m., so I am guessing you will be free by then," Coach Tyler said, as the day was Tuesday.

"Alright, I will make chance for it," I said, wanting to leave, and Rita rushed up to wrap me in a hug, and I stiffened as her hands enveloped me.

"Thank you, Mark!" She 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 mate.

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