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 on him, with obvious

couldn’t blame her, anyone could see he was a man of not only power, but looks

the best you have. The price is not an issue.” Sinclair commanded. The woman’s eyes

woman said, leading us to a couch. “Please take a seat.

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

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

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

party, of course.” He

looking at him

there would be kids from school… Kids who

do?” I asked, instantly wishing I hadn’t spoken. Dread pooled in my stomach, I hated gatherings of any kind, let alone one

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

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

butterflies. “You promise?” I asked, Sinclair tilts his head to

replied before pulling away when we heard the sound of heels and the saleswoman was back with several dresses on hangers. To

didn’t want

she placed the tray down

clothing as Sinclair stood up and skimmed through them before he took a satin red

figure-hugging dress with the

hesitantly took the dress from him with shaking hands. Now even more

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 back

an incredible figure; we just need to bring the dress in from the waist…” She mused, as she fixed the strap and clipped the

a look? All I could see were

staring in the mirror,

the mirror wasn’t the me

said, and I wondered

show. I stepped out slowly. My heart was

expression of pure hunger. My chest was heaving, and I almost wanted

Sinclair’s reaction, it meant he liked what he saw… When he spoke, his voice was

“We’ll take this dress.”

—–

beautiful cake in front of me. Covered in

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

hadn’t shifted, although I should