The fall of the Alpha

How cliché, my back was pressed against the grey lockers that lined the hallway;however, the lock digging into my back was both uncomfortable and not very cliche. I stared at the military grade dog tags that dangled a few centimeters away from his vneck clad chest. I refused to look up and meet his gaze. The dog tags glistened in the iridescent lighting of the hallways. The tags signified he was a wolf with a high status in the pack he belonged to. The carving etched in the metal signified his position in the pack, he was an alpha.
"You are mine." He pressed his lips to my ear
It was then I caught the sent of his pack that had been buried under his alluring mate sent. I froze; My heart had leapt into my throat and my intestines burned acidicly. His eyes burned into mine and I prayed he could not see the colored contacts I was wearing that concealed my strange irises which were a dead giveaway of my pack origin. As I stared back into his gaze I was filled with dread, before me is the alpha of the pack that had slaughtered my own so long ago, of which; I was the only survivor.