Flash Marriage with the Homeless Alpha

Evelyn’s POVAbout an hour later, Dominic and I walked toward the registry office. The closer we got, the heavier my chest felt. I swallowed hard, trying to steady my breathing.At the entrance, the clerk standing there looked at us and asked, “Do you have your documents?”I nodded quickly. “Yes. Right here.” I handed over mine, and Dominic followed with his.The clerk glanced between us, eyes narrowing slightly at the mismatch in our appearance, but he said nothing.Inside the building, I felt the pressure rising. Each step made me more aware of the weight of what I was doing.I stopped walking. Letting go of Dominic’s hand.He turned to me, concern flickering across his face. “Are you alright?”“I don’t know,” I admitted. “This… this is all happening so fast. I’m… scared.”He didn’t say anything at first. He waited, giving me space to breathe.“I know we’ve talked,” I continued, trying to find the right words. “You’ve been around for weeks. But the truth is, we don’t know each other

Evelyn’s POVThe moment I got back to my apartment, I shut the door, kicked off my heels, and collapsed on the bed, still in my dress. The silence felt suffocating, but my thoughts wouldn’t stop.I grabbed my phone and dialed my father.He picked up quickly. “Evelyn?” His voice was raspy. “Where are you? Are you ready for tomorrow?”“Dad… something happened.” I whispered.His breath caught on the other end.“Don’t tell me you canceled the wedding,” he said. “Please.”“No,” I said softly. “But I… I changed the groom.”There was a long pause.Then came the shout.“What? Evelyn, are you serious? You can’t just switch grooms the day before the wedding!”I flinched at the desperation in his voice. This wasn’t about pride. My father had lung cancer, and all he wanted was to see me married before it was too late.“I didn’t plan this,” I said quietly. “Harrison cheated on me. With Fiona. Right before the ceremony.”I braced for anger, but what came was softer.“Oh… sweetheart.”It broke somet

Evelyn's POV I jerked back slightly, pretending to adjust my seatbelt.“We’re here,” Dominic said softly, his voice warm.I turned toward the window, grateful for the distraction. Outside, the familiar outline of my apartment building came into view. Same dull gray walls, same flickering porch light that the landlord never fixed. But tonight, it all looked… different.Because I wasn’t walking in alone. I was walking in with my husband. That word still didn’t feel real.Dominic stepped out first and walked around to open my door. Then he reached into the trunk and lifted out my suitcase like it weighed nothing.“I’ve got it,” he said casually, slinging my overnight bag over his shoulder too.I didn’t argue. It was strange how effortlessly he took charge without making me feel small. Inside, I flipped on the lights and led him through the narrow hallway to the small living room.“It’s nothing fancy,” I murmured, suddenly self-conscious. “But it’s clean and… quiet.”Dominic didn’t say

Third Person POV Inside the sleek glass-paneled headquarters of Casa Viora Catering Group, the air was calm, cool and perfectly controlled.Dominic sat behind a minimalist black desk, flipping through a report with a quiet intensity that made most subordinates too nervous to breathe. He wore a tailored navy shirt, the sleeves casually rolled up to reveal the strength in his forearms. A Rolex peeked out as he adjusted the document on his desk, then looked up the moment the door opened.Beta Cass stepped in, clean-cut and confident, holding a neatly clipped folder in one hand. “Alpha, everything’s been taken care of,” he said as he crossed the room and placed the folder on Dominic’s desk. “The redevelopment request has been filed, and the board already approved it this morning.”Dominic didn’t speak at first. He flipped the folder open and scanned the contents with a sharp eye. “And the parcel?”Cass nodded. “Vacant. Zoning still mixed-use for now, but we could push commercial. It sit

The Third POVShe wasn’t sure what to make of all this. Two days ago, Dominic had nothing. Now he was pulling open the gate to a place that looked like it belonged in a lifestyle magazine.Her gaze lingered on the balconies, the clean stone walls, the trimmed bushes. Then her eyes flicked back to Dominic with a look of quiet disbelief.“This place must cost a fortune,” she said, arms folding as she leaned slightly into his side. “Easily… what, five thousand a month?”Dominic blinked, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Close.”She gave him a playful shove with her elbow. “You don’t have to do all this just to impress me, you know. I married you already, remember?”His voice was soft. “It’s not about impressing you, Evie”Evelyn tilted her head, curious.Dominic met her eyes. “I should be able to give my wife a good place to come home to. A space that’s safe and comfortable.”There was something sincere in the way he said it. Evelyn didn’t know how to respond to that kin