The drive towards the alpha's home is rather quiet and eventful. Yuri finds that the sedative doesn't force him to sleep, but it does make him rather tired. He stubbornly refuses to sleep though. He understands that it would be rather dangerous to let himself fall asleep in the presence of the unfamiliar alpha.

In addition to struggling to stay awake, he also makes a special effort to breathe through his mouth. The young omega finds the strong cinnamon sent of the alpha sitting beside him rather overwhelming, especially in his vulnerable state. His instincts scream at him to look to the larger alpha for protection. The logical side of him understands that this alpha is the one he needs protection from.

The alpha glances over at him, no doubt easily smelling his anxious and stressed scent. He frowns slightly, moving his hand away from Yuri's thigh in an attempt to get him to calm down a bit. "I know your name is Yuri. I learned that from the files I read on you. It's only fair you know my name now as well. I am Otabek Altin. I only plan to take one mate, and I intend on that being you. Whether you like the idea now or not. Under law you belong to me. The way things go between us is up to you."

Yuri glares at Otabek coldly. "Up to me? You can't say it's up to me when you intend to do what you want regardless of my feelings."

Otabek shrugs lightly. "If you behave and obey then things will be nice. I'll make sure you're well fed and comfortable. I'll take proper care for you. If you put up a fight and refuse to submit, things will become more complicated. I'll have no choice but to force you. I can see myself enjoying either scenario, so it really is up to what you want to do. You have the choice between pain and pleasure. Regardless of what you choose, I'll give you a few days to recover and get settled before I start educating you."

Yuri grits his teeth as he turns his head away from the window in order to properly stare down the alpha. "Educating me? Is that your unique phrasing of beating someone into submission? I told you before and I'll tell you again. I have no intention of submitting to you. I will not be your mate. I will resist every step of the way."

Otabek simply rolls his eyes. "You're a stubborn one, Yuri. We'll see how your feelings change when you go into heat. You're releasing your pre-heat scent. You can't be more than a few days away from it. I already told you I'd give you a full week to get settled, and I will stick by that. I don't plan to impregnate you during this heat. You're so emaciated I doubt a pregnancy would stick anyways." He keeps his eyes on the road, ignoring the cold glare Yuri gives him, remaining cool and calm and purposely secreting as much dominating scent as possible. He notices the small omega breathing through his mouth and has no problem with giving off enough scent that his omega can taste it.

Yuri frowns at this. He hadn't even realized himself that his heat was so close. He feels dread sink into the pit of his stomach. He doesn't say anything on the topic of pregnancy. He couldn't even remember the last time he went into heat. His heats have been rather inconsistent since he dropped so much weight. Not to mention the stress of constantly being on the run.

Yuri speaks up again after a moment. "I know what you're doing. You're waiting a week because that's how long the physician said it would take to get the test results back. You're not being kind. You're simply looking out for yourself. You don't care about my comfort."

Otabek can't help but smirk faintly, glancing over at Yuri with a chuckle. "You're rather sharp, aren't you? Both with your mind and your tongue. I have a feeling I made a good choice in picking you, little omega. I have a feeling you're going to be more entertaining than an omega who went through their training properly. I do enjoy a good challenge."

Yuri grits his teeth. "Training? You mean breaking. Training implies improvement or bettering. What they do in those institutions is not bettering. It's turning omegas into mindless walking wombs who kneel and look to serve their alpha at every chance they get. It makes them weak."

Otabek pulls into the driveway of the large manor he resides at, parking and getting out. He walks around to the passenger's side and opens the door, swiftly unbuckling Yuri's seatbelt and scoops him up since the drugs still keep him weak. "I suppose the improvement is in the eye of the beholder. When you speak of teaching an animal to bathroom in the appropriate place you refer to it as training."

Yuri growls angrily. "You're comparing the training of human beings to bathroom training a dog?" He shifts in Otabek's arms, squirming uncomfortably at the closeness. He doesn't particularly enjoy the condescending man's touch or scent. He doesn't enjoy anything about the arrogant alpha.

Otabek laughs softly. "No. I'm simply making an observation on your choice of words. I understand you're much different than a dog. Besides, I'm more of a cat person. Now let's go change you into something more comfortable, kitten."

Yuri huffs in irritation at the alpha's words, frustrated and irritated. He can't help but feel a bit intimidated at the large manor as he's carried inside. He's never been in such a large building before. Especially not one that is full of so many expensive things. The marble floor is perfectly polished under Otabek's feet. The grand bedroom is no less spectacular either, a large king size bed centered in the room with a rich brown headboard and stand with deep red sheets and an elegant canopy covering it.

Otabek pushes the canopy aside as he lays Yuri on the bed gently, taking a moment to run his fingers through Yuri's soft blonde locks before he walks over to a wardrobe to find something to dress his omega in.

Yuri weakly pushes himself into a somewhat sitting position, still weak but slowly getting his strength back. He keeps watchful eyes on the alpha, refusing to relax.

Otabek ends up settling on a pair of black leggings and a simply black t-shirt, returning to the bed. He smirks faintly as he kicks his shoes off carelessly and climbs onto the bed with his pretty new omega. He notes the way Yuri tenses when he gets closer. He doesn't let it bother him though as he gently takes ahold of Yuri's shirt, sliding it up slowly.

Yuri flinches, his hands immediately reaching down to grab at Otabek's wrists. "N-No!" He stammers with wide eyes, "You said you wouldn't touch me until the week is over. Besides, I can dress myself."

Otabek lets out an amused laugh. "I said I'd give you a week before I start educating you. I said nothing about not touching you. You're mine, Yuri. If I want to change your clothes myself, I will." He releases the hem of Yuri's shirt, prying one of the omega's hands from his wrist, bringing it up to his mouth to kiss his bandaged palm before he bites it lightly.

Yuri flinches, hissing in pain as he quickly yanks his hand back. Otabek smirks softly. "Don't fight me, kitten. You're only making things harder on yourself." He gathers the omega's wrists in one hand and pins them above his head. He takes the bottom of Yuri's shirt again with his other hand and begins slowly sliding it up, leaning down to press soft kisses up Yuri's stomach, taking in his sweet and citrusy scent.

Yuri shivers at the kisses, biting his lip to keep back a whimper that threatens to escape his throat, tugging his wrists against Otabek's hold. He squeezes his eyes shut as his shirt is lifted up further, the older alpha's lips following and pressing soft kisses to each of Yuri's visible ribs.

Otabek pulls back once he's gotten the shirt slid up far enough to get it over Yuri's head, letting go of his wrists to get the shirt off fully, carelessly tossing it onto the floor. He immediately leans back down, his fingers lightly caressing his omega's sides. He's already rather enamored with the feisty and fiery omega under him.

He leans his head down to press more gentle kisses along Yuri's shoulder, chuckling softly as Yuri's hand darts up to quickly cover his scent gland. Yuri won't be marked without a fight. Especially not by this alpha he has already decided to hate with a passion.

Otabek pulls back. "I won't mark you today, kitten. Especially not with you drugged as you are. That takes the sport out of it."

Yuri sits up again, glaring angrily at Otabek as he grabs for the black t-shirt and yanks it on over his head. "Sport? This isn't a game! It may not be a big deal to you, but this is my life."

Otabek rolls his eyes. "You're so dramatic. I don't see this as a game. I take this seriously. Marking you is a big deal on my part as well. If you had attended any training at all you would know this. Marking you is committing to care for you and protecting you. I don't intend to mark a brat. So until you mellow down and quit believing the world revolves around, I won't be marking you."

Yuri feels a small amount of relief at this, but still doesn't put complete trust into Otabek's words. "Just because I don't jump for joy at the thought of serving and submitting, doesn't mean I'm a brat."

Otabek snorts. "I believe the definition of a brat is being a badly behaved child. I would definitely say you fall into that category. Your behavior screams juvenile misbehavior." He hands Yuri the pants to put on himself.

Yuri takes the pants angrily, standing shakily to pull the shorts off and pull the leggings on. "You spoke of fucking me not long ago. Now you're comparing me to a child? I feel that says more about you than it does me, you pervert."

Otabek stands, pulling Yuri to his chest, holding him tightly as he looks down at him. "That's enough of that, Yuri. I'm beginning to lose my patience. Are you strong enough to walk to the kitchen, or do I need to carry you?"

Yuri glares coldly up at the alpha, pushing against him defiantly. "I can walk on my own."

Yuri manages to take a full through steps before his shaky legs give out on him. Otabek rolls his eyes at his omega's defiance, scooping him up into his arms to carry him to the kitchen.

Yuri crosses his arms, none too happy with the events that have taken place today.