All Chapters of Flash Marriage with the Homeless Alpha: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Evelyn’s POV“I’ll be right back!” I called over my shoulder, already halfway out the door.My shoes slapped the pavement as I ran. I nearly collided with a young woman just turning the corner. “Sorry!” I gasped, brushing past her.“Where are you headed in such a rush?” she called after me.“Just going out for a bit!”I didn’t slow down. My heart was thumping hard, from something tugging at my chest. The second I stepped outside, I felt it. That low pull beneath my skin.It was faint, like a whisper carried by the wind. But it was there.I headed straight for the Wolf Clan Clinic, ignoring the curious looks I got along the way. The front desk nurse blinked in surprise when I burst through the doors.“Dr. Linus, please,” I panted. “Is he in?”She nodded quickly and waved me toward the back.Linus didn’t look surprised to see me. If anything, he looked like he had been waiting.“You felt something,” he said, motioning for me to sit.I nodded. “It was faint, but… yes.”He placed two fing

Evelyn’s POVAfter Dominic pulled away, I stayed on the sidewalk for a moment, watching the silent street. The red glow of his taillights shrank into the distance until it disappeared, leaving the night feeling colder. He hadn’t waited for me to get inside. No parting glance. No smile. Just gone.Maybe I really had caused him trouble today.Once I got inside, I tossed my purse on the couch and sank beside it, staring at the ceiling silently. I was tired, but my thoughts wouldn’t stop. Everything he said in the car kept replaying in my mind.Dominic told me again he used to have money, saved up from his earlier business ventures. He’d been successful once. But then he went bankrupt, and instead of rebuilding like most people, he decided he was done.He grew tired of working, walked away from everything, and chose a life on the streets. Lived off welfare. Swore he’d never work again.I didn’t understand it.I respect every profession and personal choice. I just don't understand why som

Evelyn's POV The elevator doors slid open, and we stepped out into the top floor of the mall. The lighting was soft, warm, bouncing off the polished marble floors. As we walked past glittering shopfronts, I caught sight of the restaurant ahead. Tall glass windows, cream tablecloths, and waiters in crisp white shirts.“This looks like a Western restaurant,” I said, glancing up at Dominic. “Why here?”He gave a small smile. “When I was homeless, I used to hang around places like this sometimes, just outside. I’d watch through the windows, see how people held their knives and forks, the way they cut their food. Then I’d practice, copying them with whatever I could get my hands on. Guess some habits stick.”I blinked at him. I hadn’t expected that answer. “You… practiced eating with a knife and fork while you were living on the streets?”“Yeah.” He shrugged, but there was no shame in his voice. “When you’ve got nothing, you watch. You learn. It keeps your mind busy.”Something tugged at

Evelyn's POV The first course arrived with elegance that almost didn’t feel real.The waiter set down a platter that looked more like art than food—delicate slices of foie gras arranged like petals, each brushed with a golden glaze. Beside it sat a tiny porcelain dish of caviar, the pearls glistening under the warm light as if they’d been kissed by stars.I must have looked ridiculous, because Dominic’s lips twitched like he was holding back a laugh.“This is… a lot,” I whispered, afraid to even breathe on the plate.Before I could stop him, the head chef himself appeared, all crisp whites and a perfectly ironed apron. He began describing each dish with the kind of reverence people usually reserved for priceless jewelry.“Our foie gras,” he said, gesturing with a silver fork, “is sourced from the finest farms in France, aged precisely thirty days for the perfect texture. And this caviar, each grain hand-selected. A single spoonful is worth more than most people’s weekly wages.”My ja

Evelyn's POV His chest pressed firmly against my back, his breath hot as it fanned over my shoulder and slid across my skin. Our legs were locked together, his thigh brushing between mine, and each tiny movement dragged my body tighter against his, making the heat pool low in my belly.I wasn’t sure this was a good idea. His fingers slid over my skin, leaving a trail of heat that made my breath hitch. Every touch sent a pulse through me, my body tightening in response. I couldn’t stop the small shiver that ran through me, and my cheeks burned hotter with each slow stroke.The ache started deep in my core, and all I could think about was how much I wished his fingers were there instead. If I were alone right now, I knew I wouldn’t have resisted touching myself. Just imagining it made my cheeks burn hotter.Dominic’s arm rested over my waist, loose but heavy, and I could feel the tension in him. He wasn’t completely at ease either.I needed to say something before the silence swallowed