The Wicked wolf

Who is he?

I just want to stay asleep, but to no avail, I'm woken up by someone opening the curtains. I opened my eyes to see a young dark haired girl making her way to the bathroom with a pile of clothes in her hands. She emerged and turned to address me.
"Alfa wants you to shower and meet him down stairs for breakfast" with that she left.
I didn't care to much for her attitude, or the way she looked at me.
I didn't want to take orders from "Alfa" who I assumed was the man who captured me, but a shower did sound nice. I walked into the large bathroom and made my way over to the shower. I stood there letting the hot water pelt me for a few minutes before I even reached for soap. I froze realizing that it was my soap. And shampoo and conditioner. Not mine exactly these bottles where full, but it was the scent and brand that I always bought.
I quickly finished up and got out. The outfit that was laid out for me was just a pair of black leggings and a cream sweater, but they were my size, and looked expensive. How do these people know all this? Was I being stocked well before I was kidnapped? I pulled the clothes on and brushed my teeth and hair with the toothbrush and hairbrush that where on the counter and headed out of the room.
I stopped just before the door preparing myself for the worst. I opened the door and started down the hall. I noticed people staring at me but tried not to look anyone in the eye. I found the stairs and slowly descended them.
This time I was able to take in the house (mansion?) It had dark hard wood floor and dark walls covered in pictures. The staircase was ornate and everything looked expensive. It reminded me of a very lugeorious ski lodge.
When I reached the first floor, he was waiting. The sight of him made my stomach flip, and my heart race. I stood still unsure of what my next move should be. His eyes met mine and I noticed them change, the dark green started swirling with silver.
He extended his arm towards me, "come join me for breakfast'"
With a trembling body I followed him threw a huge kitchen and into a small breakfast nook. We sat down and no sooner was food brought; pancakes, bacon, fruits, bagels and anything else you could think of.
"I'm not really hungry," I state more so addressed at the food then the man sitting next to me.
"Fine if you don't want to eat let's talk," I looked up at him but couldn't hold his gaze for long. "Alright, I'll start. My name is Alexander St. Claire, Xander to only my closet family and friends and Alfa to everyone else" I gave him a quizzical look, " I'm the Alfa of the Niles pack,"
I just looked even more confused. "Pack?"
"Yes pack as in lycanthropes, as in werewolves" he said it like it was nothing.
My eyes bugged and my breath caught. "Werewolves are works of fiction, this isn't possible!" I shouted.
The anger was present in his face.
"I'll just have to show you then," he stood up gabbing my arm and dragging me threw the house, threw a game room where people gawking started to follow us.
He took me outside to the field I observed last night. He let go of my arm and I stood on the porch and he went out into the field and started, undressing? I blushed when he took his shirt and pants off. And quickly shut my eyes when he started to remove his boxers. What was he doing? I started to here the sound of snapping like giant branches or bones. When it fell silent I finally opened my eyes.
Xander no longer stood in the field but a huge jet black wolf like beast did. It stared at me with Xander's piercing green eyes.
I couldn't breath as I looked for an escape. I looked to the right, just more field and trees. Left, there was a long driveway. I took off running, pushing myself as hard as I could. I heard giant paws pounding behind me. I pushed harder. I made it too the gravel just as I was pushed down face first.
I could here heavy breathing of the beast that was pinning down. I heard the loud snapping again and felt the beast paws turn to hands.
"Big mistake," he growled into my ear.
He flipped me over so we were face to face. I couldn't breathe with him on me like this. My body was tingling everywhere he was touching and I soon became very aware of his lack of clothes.
His eyes started swirling with silver again and his face softened and I felt his body press more into mine causing a fire to ignite inside me. He brought his face closer to mine and I could taste his breath, coffee and mint. My eyes fluttered shut.
"Really Xander? She hasn't even been here for a full day and you're already naked on top of her!" It was the girl from this morning. The beautiful dark haired girl.
Xander got off of me and helped me to my feet. I suddenly regretted letting myself be so vulnerable to a man that not only did I just meet but who kidnapped me. Could Stockholm syndrome be affecting me after only one day?
"Mandy, take Eleanor inside," Xander ordered as he walked back towards where he left his clothes.
Mandy scoffed as she turned and walked back to the house.
I looked back in the direction of the driveway thinking I could make a run for it.
"Don't even think about it," Xander shouted.
I sighed and followed Mandy. I'll just have to wait for a time when he's gone to escape.
Once inside, Mandy turned to me "don't think just because you're his mate means you guys are going to be together! He's mine! You understand that? You're just a weak pitiful human, you'll never make it as an Luna," she was in my face now.
I took a step back. " Mate? I don't want him! He kidnapped me! You can have him! I don't want to be here!"
"You sure looked like you wanted him a few minutes ago when he was on top of you!" She took a step closer.
I was pissed. "Who the hell are you? I don't want to be here! The second I get a chance, I'm getting the hell out of here! And if you don't like, I suggest you help me, then you and Mr. Psycho can live happily ever after!" It was my turn to get in her face.
"If it was my choice he never would have even brought your pathetic ass here!" She was screaming now.
"What the F*ck is going on in here?" A very furious looking Xander stood in the doorway. "Julia take care of Eleanor's injuries," a older lady walked towards me with her head down.
I still had all the anger in me from my argument with Mandy, "Ellie! Not Eleanor! I'm not a 95 year old woman! Call my Ellie!" I yelled.
He glared in response "I will call you whatever I damn well please,". All I did was glare back and followed Julia suddenly realizing I was hurting. I looked down and saw my leggings where ripped and wet with blood my sleeves where the same.
I didn't know what it was going to take but I was going to get away from this place as soon as I could.