Marking Territory

Rada was tired. She was tired and hungry and incredibly jet lagged, and that meant her fuse was even shorter than it normally was. And when her fuse was short Rada became irritated within a quarter second. And that meant that her pheromones were ready to go nuts. And that meant the group of werewolves Rada was currently surrounded by would became angry and possibly horny very fast. Rada wasn't entirely against the idea, she was just in the mood to punch someone. Preferably her brother. Again.
Just the thought of that was enough to calm Rada down a bit.

The group of werewolves, mostly people Rada knew and was in decently good relations with, was lifting boxes from some moving trucks in front of a pretty decently big mansion. It had two stories but was pretty wide and had a cellar. Naturally it was nothing compared to the monster of a mansion Rada's family had back home but this was more than enough to house her(against her will), her brother and couple of their cousins and henchmen.
Rada had personally unloaded her own boxes, no one was allowed to touch her stuff. Two men were keeping their eye on Rada, in case she tried to make a run for it. She had already tried that once, but had been caught almost immediately.
"The rebellious omega is going to move in now, clear the way!"
Rada called out with a sarcastic, irritated voice and started walking to the mansion door, carrying her three boxes with ease. The men and women in her way dodged and made sure Rada wouldn't be needlessly irritated, so they would be spared from the effects of her pheromones. That was wise of them.

Once inside the mansion Rada looked around. She was anything else but snobby, as long as a place had a place for her to sleep in and a way for her to cook she would be able to live there.
Rada headed to the stairs, and called out behind her.
"I call dips on the biggest bedroom!"
She needed space for her boxing equipment.

Rada sent a cool glare over at Malakias and raised a brow at him.
"If I'm going to be cooped up in this place I'm sure as hell going to make as much noise as I want. So stop your howling, or do I need to stop it for you, again?"
Rada sent a mean smirk at Malakias, she was going to rub it in as much as she could that she had wiped the floor with him not too long ago. Even if Rada had later received an even worse beating it had been worth it. Nothing brought Rada more joy than downing cocky alphas.

Rada rolled her eyes at Malakias yelling at the poor pup, she knew the kid. One of their more younger distant cousins, named Ivan if Rada remembered right. He was here just to help, he was going to go back to Russia in few days. Rada reminded herself to find the kid later and make him something good.
But right now Rada was too volatile to deal with kids and ran on up to find and claim the biggest room. She soon found it, and it had a very nice view over the tree line where the forest began.
The room was still completely bare, Rada's furniture was in the second truck. She tossed her boxes over to one edge of the room and turned to fetch more, only to almost run into Malakias at the door. Automatically Rada stepped back with a glare, and glanced at the box Malakias said was hers. She noticed it was, it was her cooking utensils, received from her mother. Rada picked up the box and looked inside, notjing was broken.
"Great, now they have your stench on them. Gotta wash them."
Rada muttered and stepped past Malakias, bumping on his shoulder a bit(maybe a bit on purpose). She headed to the kitchen, only to realize she didn't know where it was in this house. But she refused to ask Malakias for directions, so Rada just headed back downstairs to look for the kitchen.

"I already tried and your tail was the worst ingredient I've ever worked with. Have you sewn it back on yet?"
Rada threw right back with a small snarl and very clear malice, almost daring Malakias to lose his temper in front of all these people that were supposed to be working for him now. Wouldn't that be a spectacle?

"If you try your tail won't be the only thing I rip off. I would castrate you but you don't got balls in the first place. So I'll settle for your dick and pride."
Rada said with a growl, she was getting more irritated and her pheromones were getting stronger. But she couldn't care less, and flashed her teeth at Malakias.
"And get your dirty pooch paws off my walls, last thing I need is my room stinking like a wet dog."

"It's Ivan, at least try and remember the names of your relatives. And he's a pup, I'm not about to get pissed at a 12-year-old, unlike you."
Rada said this with sudden, strange seriousness and glanced back at Malakias.
"Besides, I won't thank my wardens for keeping me locked up."

Rada felt a flash of embarrassment when Malakias told her the location of the kitchen. She almost wanted to go the wrong way anyway, to protest, but Rada wasn't 14 anymore and she wanted to see the kitchen. So with a frustrated growl she turned and walked to the direction Malakias had said the kitchen was in.

"I have respect for those that respect me, which you obviously don't."
Rada was also pleased to see that at least the utilities in this place were top-notch. She could do some mean cooking here. Now she only needed to establish the kitchen as her territory. They had a cook but manor this size had to have two kitchens, the cook could have the other one.

Rada put the box down and started taking out the fragile things first, that were made of porcelain and glass. But when Malakias spoke his next words she almost broke a serving plate by putting it down too violently. Rada turned to look at Malakias, and if looks could kill this look was enough to murder the entire Volkov pack.
"If you're fucking expecting me to lay down and show my belly at this point you've got another thing coming. This is just another cage. And I sure as hell will find a way to slip out from it. Even if it means jumping through a window. That won't kill me. But being an omega to you sure as hell will."
Rada felt like spitting after these words, but she didn't want to do that in her kitchen. So she just kept glaring at Malakias with murder in her eyes.
"Sure, you didn't intend to lock me up, but that shitty father of ours did, and you're going along with him like a lap dog."

All what Malakias said, all of it was bullshit and showed just how little he knew Rada and how little he cared about her position. Malakias didn't know what Rada had done, what had been done to her. Rada was angry, but at this point there was also control as Rada stared her brother down.
"If I sucked up to my captors then I wouldn't have self-respect. Clearly our definitions of self-respect are different, mine doesn't rely on other peoples' validation. I can freely tell you and the whole pack to fuck off and still have a sense of self."

Rada scoffed when Malakias claimed he respected Rada and her eyes flashed into those of a wolf as well.
"Oh yeah, I feel real fucking respected. What you call my 'ways' is called having a free will, something you clearly lack. All the traditions and rules that you respect oh so fucking much, all they have ever done to me is strip me of everything I am and have. To you they gave a purpose, sure, because you chose to bow down to them. But just because I wanted to stand and be a fucking individual I'm the one in the wrong."

Rada had a mean smirk, don't like being called lap dog? You ain't seen nothing yet.
"Oh, took offense to that? Little golden boy doesn't like when the trashy omega talks back? How about you call daddy and let him beat some humility into me so it's easier for you to try and tame me. But that won't help. I will never cave. But you will, because all you are is father's puppet, the one spine you have is the steel rod up in your ass that keeps you straight and narrow. Once that's gone you're nothing."

Malakias' last words made Rada's temper finally set aflame. Without any warning or indication Rada stepped over to Malakias in a second, using her ability to see if he tried any evasive moves and shutting those down. Rada grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against a wall, snarling.
"You want my cage, little alpha? Try going into one full of wolves, buck naked with no powers and smelling like raw meat. That oughta tell you how it feels to be me."
With that Rada threw Malakias away from her, on her face an expression of disgust, and she wiped the hand she had been holding Malakias with on her shirt.