His Dark Obsession

2. A Shopping Trip with Sinclair

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. “Good afternoon. Can I be of any use?” She asked, her eyes fixed on him, with obvious lust. I couldn’t blame her, anyone could see he was a man of not only power, but looks and charm. “Yes, please, 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 to mine and gives me a quick once over and smiles. “Right away. Follow me this way.” The woman said, leading us to a couch. “Please take a seat. I will bring out several dresses that I think would suit Miss. Kassidy, refreshments for our clients, please.” She added, turning to a woman who looked to be an assistant. In our world, she would be an omega. Sinclair gave a curt nod and sat down, stretching his arm over the 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