His Dark Obsession by Moonlight Muse

2. A Shopping Trip with Sinclair

EVANGELINE.

It was an hour later, and I had picked up everything Grandmother Philomena wanted me to get. Sinclair watched me, following me into every store I went into, not once did he complain when I took my time in the shops, and he was ready to take all the bags from me.

He really was a good person. It was these small things that made me feel all happy and fuzzy inside.

“All done?” He asked when I hurried out of the bakery, taking the bag of freshly baked croissants and scones from me.

I nodded, blushing faintly.

“Mm, all done.” Sinclair smiled, taking the bags in one hand and draping his other arm across my shoulders, and tucking me closer. His lips skimming my forehead before he presses his lips to my temple.”Great, then it’s my turn.”

I nodded; I was a little worried that Grandmother Philomena might get angry that I was late, but I couldn’t refuse Sinclair either.

“Where are we going?” I asked, tilting my head as I walked alongside him, at six foot three he was an exact foot taller than me.

He dips his head, brushing his nose against my cheek. “Patience Angel.” he whispers, pulling away, and I turn my face peek up at him.

Our eyes met, and my heart skipped a beat. That was a nickname he called me when we were alone.

“Sorry.” I apologised meekly, trying to pull away from him when he tugs me back in place before stopping.

He smirked slightly, reaching down and brushing my black locks off my face.

“Don’t apologise, and don’t hide behind your hair.” he growls before grabbing my hand in his, he kisses the back of my knuckles before giving them a squeeze, lacing his fingers through mine.

I chew my lip, my cheeks burning as we continued in silence. We came to a stop outside a florist, and Sinclair reached down, taking a single red rose, and handed it to me.

“Befitting.” He murmured, as the shop door tinkled open and out walked an elderly woman. He gave her a note that was worth far more than the rose, before he continued on, tugging me along with him.

We first dropped the bags to his car, before we got in, and drove towards the high-end designer store quarter.

I stared down at the rose, turning it between my fingers while my heart raced, it felt like a dream come true. I knew he was an Alpha… and I knew I was just an omega, but was it wrong to wish for more?

When we stopped, I left my rose in the car, making sure I placed it carefully on the seat, before we got out.

He entered an expensive dress shop, and I suddenly felt out of place. A saleswoman instantly came over, her eyes raking over Sinclair with approval.

Can I be of any use?” She

was a man

we need a dress. Make sure it’s stunning, and the best you have. The price is not an issue.” Sinclair commanded. The woman’s eyes dart

take a seat. I will bring

be an

to take the seat next to him. It was only a two-seater… I sat down gingerly at the edge. Very aware of

out of place here with my oversized, washout black hoodie, and dark jeans. I looked down at my boots, even though they looked dirty and scuffed compared to Sinclair’s polished black formal ones. When I don’t sit back, Sinclair fiddles with my hair,

birthday party, of course.” He

looking at him with

meant there would be

wishing I hadn’t spoken. Dread pooled

leaned closer, reaching over, he brushed a strand of my hair off my face. I liked to keep my face hidden behind my hair, but he had a habit of moving it back. He tucked the strand behind my

normal birthday, is it now Angel? You’re turning eighteen, that in itself is vital.” He said quietly. “But don’t worry, I’ll

Sinclair tilts his head to the side, before

away when we heard the sound of heels and the saleswoman was back

red? I didn’t want to

when she placed

up and skimmed through them

with the

I couldn’t refuse him. So, I slowly stood up and hesitantly took the dress from him with shaking hands. Now even more self-conscious with the dress, he asked me to

was in that dress within a few minutes, with the saleswoman being far too helpful, although I wished she wasn’t. I wanted to delay in here. It was too little. My arms were fully on display. I wanted to pull my hoodie

mused, as she fixed the strap and clipped the back of the dress at the waist. “Take

look? All I

the mirror, my breath caught in my

mirror wasn’t

said, and I wondered how she

let her pull me out, very self-conscious about how much skin was on show. I stepped out slowly. My heart was racing when I dared to look at

an expression of pure hunger. My chest was heaving, and I almost wanted to run back into the changing room, but

reaction, it meant he liked what he saw… When he spoke, his voice

“We’ll take this dress.”

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dear.” Grandmother Philomena said, placing the beautiful cake in front of me. Covered in black fondant

lit candles on the cake danced before my eyes, blurring into glimmering spots as I looked at the cake. Something that

shifted,