Free Mated to the Alpha: The Complete Collection by Lauren Landish Page A

Keith's hair, red where theirs was brown. Melanie looked deeply at her face surrounded by the unfamiliar hair, and ran her fingers through it one time. "It's amazing, Sister," Melanie finally said, smiling. "I look like one of the Clan now."
    "You are part of the Clan," Kimberly replied, ruffling Melanie's hair. "And now I truly have a little sister to call Sister around here."
    "Well then, big sis, let's finish getting ready before Keith gets home. Where is he, anyway?"
    "He's obtaining the toys we get to play with tonight," Kimberly explained. "While I am sure you are confident with your Glock, if we are going to take on four fully armed police officers, I prefer to have a bit more."
    "Me too."

Chapter 10
    " A re you ready ?"
    Melanie could feel Keith's voice in her head, and was glad that she shared a form of communication with her Mate that didn't require any speaking at all. With just a bit of concentration, she thought out her reply. "In position, ready for the trap."
    Fifty meters down the dark alley, Melanie could see their four targets looking around, waiting for a Triad representative that was never going to come. Blanco and his men were in full SWAT regalia, while the Lieutenant was still wearing his normal duty wear, a simple off the rack suit that screamed of cheapness. Melanie looked up to the rooftops, where she knew Keith was waiting. Meanwhile, on the other side of the alley, she knew Kimberly was waiting to close the jaws of the trap. She waited until the count of ten, then stepped out of the doorway she was in. She brought her Steyr AUG rifle to her shoulder, before calling out to the four men. "Drop 'em, boys," she called. "If I don't see weapons on the ground in three seconds, you're all dead men."
    All four corrupt cops whirled to face Melanie, with Holdings and Maxwell jerking their SWAT MP7's up. Melanie squeezed her trigger once, sending a burst into the ground in front of them. "Drop it, I said. Blanco, if your boys don't listen, you're going to be looking for some new pitbulls for your team."
    "I know that voice," the Lieutenant called back, keeping his hands clearly out to his sides. "Richter, is that you?"
    "Damn right."
    "Huh, woulda thought you'd be dog food by now. Or more likely dog shit."
    "Not at all, Lieutenant. I've had a wonderful past couple of weeks. Met some really interesting people who said they want to meet you."
    She could see the Lieutenant flinch at the innuendo. "You just keep those freaks away from me," he said, his eyes immediately darting around.
    "Turn yourselves in and confess, and they won't ever have to come out to play," Melanie replied, only feeling a small twinge of guilt at the lie. She knew that there was no way Keith or Kimberly would let these dirty cops leave the alleyway.
    Blanco had stood next to the Lieutenant the whole time, confused about what the hell he and Richter were talking about. He wasn't in on the werewolf situation, and thought that Richter was just rescued by some crazy guy playing Batman that night. "Fuck this," he muttered, reaching for his sidearm. He was fast, and his body was partially hidden behind Maxwell's, so Melanie didn't see him until he was already drawn, and the SWAT officer put two rounds in her chest.
    Melanie felt like she had been hit with a sledge hammer. Her body armor held, the extra trauma plates absorbing the fatal energy, but she was still knocked back, breathless. She staggered to her knees, but before Blanco or his men could fire again, the night was pierced with two bone chilling, yet oddly melodious howls. Keith and Kimberly were in the fight now, and they were in full wolf mode.
    In the dark half light of the alleyway, Melanie couldn't see much, except for two huge shapes, each at least eight feet tall, one falling from the rooftop, the other bounding down the alleyway at a deceptively quick speed. Blanco and his men froze at the sight of Keith dropping onto a nearby parked car, crushing the roof like a soda can and