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.

use?” She asked, her eyes fixed

her, anyone could see he was a man of not only power, but looks and

it’s stunning, and the best you have. The price is not an issue.” Sinclair

a couch. “Please take a seat.

turning to a woman who looked to be an assistant. In our world, she would

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

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

birthday party, of course.” He said,

looking at him with a

party? That meant there would be kids from school…

normally do?” I asked, instantly wishing I hadn’t spoken. Dread pooled in my stomach, I hated gatherings of

face hidden behind my hair, but he had a habit of

Angel? You’re turning eighteen, that in itself is vital.” He said quietly. “But

I asked, Sinclair tilts his head to the side,

promise.” He replied before pulling away when we heard the sound of heels and the saleswoman was back

didn’t want to stand

I thanked her when she placed the

and skimmed through them before he took a satin red dress.

dress with the sweetheart neckline, and my

him. So, I slowly stood up and hesitantly took the dress from him with shaking hands. Now even more self-conscious with the dress,

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.

to bring the dress in from the waist…” She mused,

a look? All I could see were

in the mirror, my

woman in the mirror wasn’t the

Mr. Sinclair.” She said, and I wondered how she knew his

very self-conscious about how much skin was on show. I stepped out slowly. My heart was racing when I dared to look at Sinclair. Feeling a

black, his wolf surfacing as he looked at me with an expression of pure hunger. My chest was heaving,

meant he liked what he saw… When he spoke, his voice was a guttural growl that startled both

“We’ll take this dress.”

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placing the beautiful cake in front of me. Covered

my eyes, blurring into glimmering spots as I looked at the cake. Something that was meant to

hadn’t shifted, although I should