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

setting off the car alarm. The Lieutenant however had known what to expect, and immediately reached for his own sidearm. With one bound and sweep of his massive paw, Keith swatted the two-hundred pound cop through the air to crash against the brick wall on the other side of the alley.
    Recognizing their immediate threat, Maxwell and Holdings wheeled their sights onto Keith, who had turned to face them. His eyes were luminescent yellow, and the two fear stricken officers could hear the deep throated growl rumbling in Keith's throat. Unfortunately for them, their attention was so drawn on Keith that they didn't see Kimberly until it was too late, as the female Alpha cleared the last bound, her teeth bared in a snarl that opened into a roar as she bit deeply into Maxwell's neck, decapitating the man with one snap of her jaws. Whirling, she grabbed Holdings and threw him head first into the brick wall behind her, his neck broken by the impact.
    The whole time, Mathew "Teo" Blanco stood in utter fear. His grandmother, a crazy old bat from the northern parts of the old country, had filled his childhood with old wives tales, especially of the lycanthropes. Werewolves had terrified him as a child because of it, and to see his childhood nightmare descend from the sky and kill two of his best men in less than two seconds was too much. He felt his bladder go as he pissed himself, sinking to his knees in abject fear. His mind flooded with panic, and all he could do was watch as Keith stalked towards him. As he looked into the Alpha Male's eyes, Teo realized there was just one thing he could do. He closed his eyes, and begged forgiveness from God. It had been a decade since he had seen the inside of a church, and he wasn't sure if anyone would even listen, but he begged anyway.
    Keith paused in front of the stinking, babbling human, unsure. The stench of his urine soaked pants, combined with the rich coppery smell of blood from the other bodies, permeated the alleyway, making it hard to think. His inner nature screamed for the kill, for him to take his prey and devour. But the part of him he kept locked away during his changes, the part that allowed him to love Melanie, stayed his hand. He gazed at Blanco once more, before disdainfully swatting the man in the head, knocking him unconscious. He would let Melanie decide his fate.
    Keith turned, and saw Kimberly already down the alleyway, helping Melanie up. Kim was already turning back into her human form to assist, and Keith dismissed them as he knew Melanie was uninjured. Instead he focused his senses back on the silberjager , who he had hit earlier. Darting his eyes around, he could not see the man, the braying car alarm was disrupting his hearing, and the rich smells of blood and piss were not letting Keith track him by scent either. Where the hell was he?
    Suddenly, Melanie pulled her Steyr gun to her shoulder and fired. Keith instinctively flattened himself down at the sound, his ears and shoulders lying as flat as possible. He could feel the bullet travel through his fur, just over his shoulder, where it impacted Yankowitz, who had been sneaking up behind him. Keith kicked backwards, catching him in the stomach and driving him back into the brick wall. The silver knife he was carrying in his hand dropped to the pavement, and Yankowitz fell face first to the asphalt, dead.
    Looking around at his slain enemies, Keith could feel the primal elation coursing through his veins. Looking to the sky, he tilted his head back and howled once again, his sonorous cry echoing throughout the Southside alleys and tenements. Blocks away, nervous mothers closed windows and held their babies closer, while in other side streets gangsters and hoodlums ran for the nearest indoor shelter. There would be no more crime in the Southside that night.

Chapter 11
    I n the resultant weeks , Melanie and Kimberly kept a close watch on the developments of the death of the three police officers in a Southside