Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 9

torso. His stance is dominating, his look is threatening. His eyes are cold and his smile is sinister. He's clearly used to getting what he wants, when he wants it, whatever the cost.

    He is a sadistic human who continues to conduct cruel experiments on us. I am imprisoned in a place somewhere underground where the light is false. It is cold here, an unnatural cold. The experiments have left me unable to fully shift. It is too painful to be awake most of the time, too painful to sleep for the nightmares. I am in limbo. I am not alone here. I hear others. There are rooms which hold beings that are part human and something else. I do not know. I hear screams, weeping, so much pain.
    There are four other humans (?) in white coats who get their orders from this Von human. I hear their whispers when he is away. They speak often of TradeCap or Sector 5. A sector where those who have genetically "Completed" end up. When you are sent there, you do not return... I miss my home, my people. I hate it here. Am I to continue to suffer a fate worse than death at the hands of this insane human? I've been on this god-forsaken planet for a few months? Weeks, who knows? How do I get out?

    A close-up face-only photo of a dark-skinned man, with full, beautiful lips and sky-blue eyes. His stare is captivating, crystal clear and a true window to his soul. His eyes alone tell us he is strong and honest. His eyes tell us he will defend what is right, what is his.

    My name is Rhys Denali Delacroix. I was born a lion shifter. I belong to an elite organization that rescues and protect shifters of all kinds. Our undercover missions infiltrate the worst offenders who otherwise have the money and means to slip under the radar and bureaucratic red tape to carry out their experiments. This is the worst I've seen yet. I wear one of the white coats. I oversee Sector 7 where Sin is housed.
    The first time I laid eyes on Sin a few months ago, there was no doubt in my mind that he is to be with me. Since then I've craved Sin like my next breath. Fuck! I've never met anyone like him before. I can only watch him from afar without blowing my cover. Why now? Shit! Couldn't this happen at any other time? I've kept him in a state of suspension. I cannot bear to hear his screams. But I have to be careful. I have to find a way to keep him safe and bide my time. Von has become suspicious of my movements in the lab. He may be on to me. He's had a possessive eye on Sin from the very first day and it has been full of lust ever since.
    Sincerely,
    D

    genre: sci-fi; paranormal; other-world
    tags: scientist; shifters; undercover agents; abduction; experiments; bonded
    content warnings: almost dub-con; torture; violence
    word count: 12,361
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    SIN
    by N.R. Walker
    CHAPTER 1
    Von was pleased. It wasn't often his research came to him. Not willingly, anyway. He often had to scour the universe, dredging the most unsavory of places for the creatures he sought. But not this time.
    As luck would have it, Von had decided to inspect Sector Two himself, instead of having one of his assistants report back to him. This particular Sector fronted the perimeter of his facility, where he happened to be, and he watched the crash unfold before him. If he'd stayed late in his lab like he normally did, he would have never seen the spacecraft spiral out of control. He would have never seen him . Acquired him. Him . His most prized possession.
    Von knew what he was the moment he first watched him. There was only one race in all of the universe with the ability to change into many forms that he'd heard of, that could transmogrify. A Dychiiop. And what a specimen he was. Seemingly uninjured, though scared. Alone.
    Perfect.
    The ship itself had burst into flames shortly after impact, and Von had wondered if who, or whatever, was on the craft had survived. So he took two of his wardens and set off to investigate. They watched the seemingly shapeless figure emerge from the damaged craft, seeking shelter from the elements.
    And they watched the creature transform. Twice.
    From the shapeless form, to an exo-skeletal type insect for just the briefest moment—if they'd blinked they'd have missed it—then this magnificent creature changed again into an almost chameleon figure, blending in to the blackened rocky ridge it laid down against.
    Von had heard the myths of the elusive Dychiiop but had always thought the myth to be exactly that. Just a myth. He never