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.

afternoon. Can I be of any use?” She asked, her eyes fixed on him,

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

need a dress. Make sure it’s stunning, and the best you have. The price is not

The woman said, leading us to a couch. “Please take a seat. I will bring out several dresses that I think would suit

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

seat next to him. It was only

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, giving it a slight tug, making me slap at his hand. His sudden playfulness is quite unexpected,

of course.” He

at him with a glimmer of

meant there would be kids from school… Kids who

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

liked to keep my face hidden behind my hair, but he had a

Angel? You’re turning eighteen, that in itself is vital.” He said quietly. “But don’t worry, I’ll be there by your

Sinclair tilts his head

heels and the saleswoman was back with several dresses on hangers. To my dismay, there were at least five

I didn’t want to stand

when she

and skimmed through them before he took a

at the figure-hugging dress with the sweetheart neckline, and my heart

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

being far too helpful, although I wished she wasn’t. I wanted to delay in here. It was too

dress in from the waist…” She mused, as she fixed the strap

look? All I

staring in the mirror, my breath caught

in the mirror

and I wondered how

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 Sinclair. Feeling a nervous mess

expression of pure hunger. My chest was heaving, and

he liked what he saw… When he spoke, his

“We’ll take this dress.”

—–

Grandmother Philomena said, placing the beautiful cake in front of me. Covered in

as I looked at the cake. Something that was meant to be a happy

hadn’t shifted, although