His Dark Obsession

2. A Shopping Trip with Sinclair

backrest and 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 around the back of the sofa. “What is the dress for?” I asked, knowing how I was 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 made my heart sputter spastically in my chest. “For your birthday party, of course.” He said, smirking slightly. I tensed, looking at him with a glimmer of panic. Birthday party? That meant there would be kids from school… Kids who hated me. “I don’t want a party, Sinclair. 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 any kind, let alone one designed specifically for me. Sinclair 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 ear, his gaze scrutinising my face. “It’s not 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, I’ll make sure you’re ok.” “Thank you…” I mumbled, my stomach full of butterflies. “You promise?” I asked, Sinclair tilts his head to the side, before cupping my face in his hand. “I promise.” He replied before pulling away when we heard the sound of heels and the saleswoman was back with several dresses on hangers. To my dismay, there were at least five that were red. Why red? I didn’t want to stand out….  The assistant was back, and I thanked her when she placed the tray down on the table beside the sofa. I didn’t get a chance to say anything about the clothing as Sinclair stood up and skimmed through them before he took a satin red dress. His eyes ran over it before he looked at me. My eyes widened at the figure-hugging dress with the sweetheart neckline, and my heart sank. “Try this one on.” He commanded, and I knew 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 try. I 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 back on… “You have an incredible figure; we just need to bring the dress in from the waist…” She mused, as she fixed the strap and clipped the back of the dress at the waist. “Take a look.” Take a look? All I could see were my boobs! I turned slowly, staring in the mirror, my breath caught in my throat. The woman in the mirror wasn’t the me I recognised… “Come, let’s show Mr. Sinclair.” She said, and I wondered how she knew his name. I 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 Sinclair. Feeling a nervous mess when our eyes met and I froze. His eyes were almost fully black, his wolf surfacing as he looked at me with an expression of pure hunger. My chest was heaving, and I almost wanted to run back into the changing room, but I didn’t move. Inside I felt happy to see Sinclair’s reaction, it meant he liked what he saw… When he spoke, his voice was a guttural growl that startled both me and the saleswoman. “We’ll take this dress.” —– “Happy birthday dear.” Grandmother Philomena said, placing the beautiful cake in front of me. Covered in black fondant with red roses of edible icing. The lit candles on the cake danced before my eyes, blurring into glimmering spots as I looked at the cake. Something that was meant to be a happy moment for me really wasn’t… Last night I hadn’t shifted, although I should have… Of everything, I hadn’t expected this. When I stood under the moon, nothing happened. I didn’t even feel her presence… I was devastated. Without my wolf, I was useless, even as an Omega. I wouldn’t survive the Alpha’s knot, nor would I be able to carry a pup. Sure, Alpha Aeron said, it might just