Semua Bab Mated To My Obsessive Foster Brother: Bab 1 - Bab 10

(Olivia's POV) After that day, I woke up and found myself lying on a white bed, with a medical device beeping near my head. My eyes took in my surroundings, and I found out that I was in a hospital. The thick smell of disinfectant filled my nostrils, but as my eyes swung open, I saw him: Mark George, wearing a yellow sports jersey and blue shorts that he wore for his basketball games against neighboring packs. "What is he doing here?" I wondered as I tried to move my hand. I didn't know how long I had blacked out, but as the nurse saw that I was awake, she screamed, "She's awake, Doctor!" That's when I found out that my head had bandages, and I was wrapped up with several bandages. The last thing I remembered was my adoptive mother's brutal beating that morning, after Mark had defended me for the first time in his family house. Now he was here. "What did he want from me again? Why was Mark in my hospital room? Who brought me to this hospital?" A series of questions flooded my hea

(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

(Mark's POV) Olivia was absentmindedly dressing in her room, so I hurriedly slipped out after seeing her náked. Thankfully, she didn't participate in any pack activities because she did not have a wolf. Also, she had never celebrated her birthday before, as we only assumed her age. Mom and Dad didn't know who Olivia's real parents were, except for the fact that she was dumped in a basket in front of the pack's orphanage. I felt a pressing desire to protect Olivia, to claim her as mine. And I believed maybe that was why my parents had adopted her. Looking away from Emily's stern face, I smiled at Ava and said, "I came to shop for my lunch." "That's fine, Mark. I am sorry that I missed coming to watch your basketball game against the Red Ballers. I was busy in class, and I couldn't miss it," she said, her hand reaching out to touch my chiseled chest as she bit her bottom lip seductively. Stepping away from Ava's touch, I replied, "It's nothing you should worry about. It's just a fri

(Olivia's POV) "Mark, where are you?" I heard Mr. Wren's voice boom over the call. He didn't appreciate me calling him Dad, a constant reminder that he was not my real father, even as he adopted me alongside his wife. "Dad, I am in the hospital," Mark replied calmly, as he ran a hand over his short, black, wavy hair. "Why are you in the hospital? I hope it's not because of Olivia that you went there. Your mother spoke about Olivia waking up today," Mr. Wren asked, and Mark hummed. "Yes, Dad. I had to come and check on Olivia because she is my sister, and I was the one who brought her to the hospital for admission," he said, as I finished my ice cream and licked my lips. Mark looked at me with his shrinking yellow eyes, and our gazes locked, but I swiftly lowered my head, feeling my heart thudding faster in my chest. Why do I feel this way? Why am I so uncomfortable around Mark? "Is there anything going on between you and Olivia, Mark? Why do you seem to care so much about her?"

Mark's POV: I was driving home when my heart ached painfully and my wolf, Logan, growled at me, "Mark, I sense Olivia is in danger." "Damn it!" My car stopped on the road, as the heavy rainfall was too much. However, my car showed lack of gasoline, meaning I needed to refuel my car. My car battery ran down too, and I cursed out, "Damn it!" I was in the middle of the road, and other cars drove past me. I didn't remember to purchase fuel in my car because I had spent so much time thinking about Olivia since morning. Her unconscious state troubled me, and seeing her head wrapped up in multiple bandages to stop her bleeding made me annoyed at my mother. However, after I had seen that Olivia had woken up, it improved my mood and I was happy that she was awake. With my Dad calling me for pressing matters, I had to skip having my dinner with Olivia. *Why was my Dad calling me for an urgent meeting?* I already bought my own house, a mini duplex and it was beautiful and okay for me sinc