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didn’t just choose modification. His arm was damaged from some kind of fight. The flesh had been torn apart enough that the limb required amputation just below his elbow. Post-surgery healing is a perfect time for mecha enhancement. He seemed so . . . dominant and powerful, like nothing I had ever seen. Coming by most days to talk, we didn’t just discuss project details.” She glanced at Domek, to clarify. “You must understand that people who have me do work for them engage in polite conversation, but we don’t just talk.”
    “What did you talk about?”
    “How he left your pack because Blue Wolf didn’t believe in progress, but how being a werewolf meant everything. He asked about me, what I liked . . . all while looking at me. His gaze would lock with mine when I spoke, like I was the only person who mattered. I’m not some sad pitiful girl who is lonely, picking up any scraps tossed my way, but I thought love had developed between us. Goddess, it’s pathetic how he played me without question.”
    Domek pursed his lips in thought, waiting to reply, “No, not pathetic. Eridon developed hypnotizing charisma at a young age. People believed in him. I believed in him. Just because his heart was not in the right place doesn’t mean he couldn’t make you believe it was.”
    Head shaking in disagreement, Sadie continued, “After I completed the mecha, about two months later, he continued visiting me almost daily. Sometimes getting so passionate in his discussions, he appeared almost maniacal. He talked about plans coming together, but never said anything specific about what those plans were. I just assumed he had become obsessed with his work. I would get snippets of temper, but never directed toward me. Once he ranted about how he resented his boss, and the things he’d like to do to the man’s breathing machine. I feel ridiculous now for any excuses I made for some of his behaviors. But he would give me these intense looks with occasional casual touches. He behaved as a proper male should while wooing me, so when he told me he loved me . . .” She growled in frustration.
    “This is great information, Sadie. Would you like something to drink?” He attempted offering a break. “Some water maybe?”
    “No, I need to finish this . . . it’s just, now, in hindsight. I can’t believe I could be such a dope.” Tearing up again, she breathed deep, taking in some courage. “I know some part of me knew something was wrong. Eridon was wrong, but he would give me this look of disappointment at times, and, and . . . I would feel awful for thinking he could be so bad, then I’d try pleasing him in some way. He’d make little comments about how I could be better, or point out things I could do better. I would try . . . He wouldn’t smile, but I wanted him happy. Ugh, what is wrong with me?”
    “Your reactions are all part of being submissive by nature, Sadie. We will discuss what that means later, but for now know there is nothing wrong with you.”
    She eyed him skeptically, but continued her story knowing she should rip it off like a Band-Aid, get all the details out at once. Sighing, she stated, “He said we should get married. I wanted to make him happy for some reason. I thought letting myself be bitten would make him happy. Considering comments about how much control he had to keep because of my human frailty . . . what he suggested made sense at the time. I asked him to change me.”
    “What words did you use?”
    “Umm, you should change me, then he said ‘say you’ll agree to be my mate’, so I did. I expected more . . . discussions, expectations, repercussions, but none of that happened.”
    “Full Moon! That rotter! He should have told you more . . . he . . .” Domek momentarily trailed off into muttering and growling. “But did you say the exact words ‘I accept you as my mate?’”
    “Yes, I did,” she whispered. Or something close to that.
    He stroked her hand with his thumb, calming