Fallen 6

Posted by Sara Lili, ? Views, Released on September 10, 2025

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Fallen 6 Summary

Meadow wakes up in a luxurious, unfamiliar suite, disoriented and in pain after a vivid, intense dream about Alaric that felt almost real. She notices a diamond ring on her finger, confirming that something significant happened between them. As she tries to piece together the events of the previous night, she recalls asking Alaric to take her virginity, though she is unsure if it truly occurred or was just part of her dream.

Her confusion deepens when Alaric appears, towel around his waist, looking confident and unfazed by her presence. Meadow feels exposed and embarrassed in her minimal clothing, quickly covering herself with a duvet. Alaric’s casual demeanor and his refusal to confirm any intimate encounter leave her feeling vulnerable and uncertain. He insists she was too drunk to remember clearly and tells her they will discuss what happens next after she eats and takes aspirin.

The tension escalates when Alaric reveals that they are married, pointing to the ring on her finger as proof. Meadow is shocked and panicked by this revelation, trying to distance herself from him, but Alaric insists he cannot stay away because she is now his wife. The chapter closes with Meadow grappling with the overwhelming reality of their unexpected marriage and the complex emotions it stirs within her.

CHAPTER 0006

Meadow’s Perspective:

“Oh my God,” I gasped, my back arching uncontrollably as Alaric thrust into me relentlessly, deep and unyielding. His hands gripped my thighs firmly, pulling me wider apart as if I belonged to him completely—like he always had. The intensity of his movements pressed me into the mattress, and I felt utterly consumed by him.

Breathing became impossible. My thoughts scattered into nothingness.

All I could sense was the fullness of him inside me, stretching me beyond my limits. His name slipped from my lips, a desperate, whispered prayer. The sharp sound of his skin slapping against mine echoed in my ears, and my body clenched tightly around him, craving more.

Because I did want more.

“Alaric,” I whimpered softly, chasing an unfamiliar feeling that stirred deep within me.

Was this what it meant—to be taken, owned, and shattered all at once?

Then his eyes locked with mine, and everything shifted in an instant.

I had expected to find fire in his gaze. Lust. Desire. Something. Anything.

But instead, I was met with a hollow emptiness as he continued to move inside me.

His voice was flat, void of emotion. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

My breath hitched sharply. “Wait—”

But his rhythm didn’t falter; if anything, it grew more forceful.

“This is what you begged for.”

“No,” I whispered, panic tightening its grip around my chest.

Suddenly, a sharp pain flashed through me. A gasp escaped my lips and my eyes snapped open.

Reality crashed down on me like a bucket of icy water.

I was in a room I didn’t recognize, lying on sheets that were soft and luxurious. And I was completely alone.

It had just been a dream. A vivid, intense dream.

But the wetness between my legs and the pulsing ache in my core made it feel dangerously close to real.

I shot upright too quickly and immediately regretted it. Pain exploded in my skull, and I slapped my left hand to my forehead.

I froze.

My eyes dropped to the hand covering my face.

To the finger.

To the diamond ring glittering on my ring finger as if it belonged there.

I blinked once. Twice. No, this couldn’t be happening.

“What the hell…” I whispered, trailing off as I yanked my hand away to stare at it in disbelief.

The ring sparkled brightly in the morning light filtering through the curtains, confirming that it wasn’t some hallucination or a side effect of my hangover.

It was real. And not just real—it had to be worth a fortune.

My heart pounded wildly against my ribs as I scrambled out of bed, eyes darting around the room in panic.

The space was sleek and modern, dominated by floor-to-ceiling windows on one side. The curtains were drawn just enough to let soft morning light spill in, casting gentle shadows across the room.

But it felt cold. Impersonal.

This was a suite. No doubt about it.

I groaned low in frustration, trying desperately to piece together the events of last night.

Alaric… He’d brought me here after I was drunk and broken, overwhelmed by heartbreak and need.

I had asked him to—

Oh God.

I had asked him to take my virginity.

And that dream… it had been so vivid. Had it really happened?

A sudden creak made me gasp, my stomach dropping as the bathroom door slowly opened.

And there he was.

Alaric Ashford.

A towel hung low on his hips, his dark hair still damp, droplets of water tracing down the sculpted planes of his tanned chest and over the intricate tattoos that adorned his skin.

He looked like he had stepped out of a magazine.

Or maybe a nightmare.

He paused when he saw me awake, but there was no surprise in his eyes.

His gaze swept over my body once, lingering on my upper half, and a slow, knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Feeling suddenly exposed, I looked down at what I was wearing for the first time—a bra and panties.

Heat flushed my cheeks as I scrambled for the heavy duvet, pulling it up to shield myself.

I didn’t know what embarrassed me more—the fact that I hadn’t realized how little I was wearing, or that I had dreamed of Alaric in such an intimate way.

If it really had been just a dream.

“Sleep okay?” His rough, deep voice sent a shiver down my spine as he reached for a black T-shirt hanging on the dresser.

He tossed it to me, and I caught it, dropping the duvet and quickly pulling it on. The shirt smelled exactly like the suit jacket he’d draped over me last night, and I fought the urge to breathe it in deeply.

“I-I…” I stammered. “D-did we—”

Alaric raised a brow, walking toward the bed while running a towel through his wet hair with his tattooed hand. His muscles flexed with the movement, and I couldn’t help but admire the work of art standing before me.

“No,” he said flatly. “You were drunk.”

I swallowed hard, words caught in my throat.

“Your brain must be fuzzy,” he continued, pulling on another black T-shirt that stretched over his broad chest. “Room service should be here any minute. You’ll eat something, take some aspirin, and only then will we discuss what comes next.”

His hand moved to the towel around his waist, and he raised an eyebrow at me, silently warning that he was about to drop it—and he didn’t care if I was watching.

I looked away quickly just as he ripped the towel off, and he chuckled darkly.

“Next… what do you mean next step?” I asked, my voice trembling.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed the ring, but we’re married, Meadow.”

My heart froze in my chest, my body stiffening.

By the time I turned back to look at him, he was wearing a pair of grey pants that did nothing to hide how well-endowed he was.

The weight of the ring on my finger finally started to make sense.

Alaric took a few steps toward me, and I gasped, stumbling backward a few steps of my own.

His lips twitched with amusement at my fear and confusion.

“Stay away from me,” I breathed, panic rising as I clutched my chest.

Alaric’s jaw twitched as he studied me. “I’m afraid I can’t, Meadow,” he said, closing the distance between us.

“You’re my wife now.”

Sara Lili

Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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Fallen

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Status: Ongoing Type: Alpha Native Language: English

Fallen Summary & Review: Fallen

Meadow Russell arrives at an upscale hotel, heart fluttering with excitement and nerves. She’s about to marry the love of her life, Tyler, in a small, private ceremony — just the two of them. Clutching her bag, she approaches the front desk with a smile. “Hi, I have a reservation. Meadow Russell.”

But from the very first second, something feels off.

The receptionist’s red-painted lips curl into a mocking sneer, and her colleague exchanges a strange look with her. Meadow’s cheerful tone falters as confusion settles in. The woman scoffs, “You’re kidding, right?” The disbelief in her tone makes Meadow’s stomach twist. She frowns, insisting there must be a mistake, but both receptionists continue to look at her with something close to pity — and something else she can’t quite name.

Then comes the shocker.

According to the hotel records, she’s already checked in. Two hours ago. With a man. The receptionist even claims to have spoken with her — complimenting her “cute top.” The same white crop top with the word “BRIDE” written across it that she’s wearing now.

Meadow tries to rationalize it. Maybe Tyler had checked in under her name. Maybe it’s a simple mix-up. She laughs nervously and explains that her fiancé must have done it for convenience. But both receptionists seem unconvinced. One of them finally sighs and hands her a spare keycard, muttering, “I hope you get things sorted out.”

On her way up to the room, Meadow’s heart pounds in her chest. Something feels horribly wrong, but she refuses to believe it. Tyler would never do anything to hurt her. They’ve been planning this wedding for months — their dream elopement. She tries to calm herself, breathing in and out as the elevator ascends, but her hands won’t stop shaking.

When she finally reaches the room and swipes the keycard, her worst fears materialize before her eyes.

The moment the door opens, the sound hits her first — muffled moans, heavy breathing, the rhythmic creak of the bed. Then she sees them.

Her twin sister, Juniper, straddling Tyler, his hands gripping her hips as he thrusts into her without restraint.

The world stops. The bag slips from Meadow’s trembling hands and lands with a soft thud. The scene before her feels like a cruel joke — something ripped out of a nightmare. Her vision blurs with tears, her body frozen in disbelief.

For a full minute, she just stands there. Watching. Waiting. Hoping someone would scream “gotcha” and end this cruel trick.

But there’s no misunderstanding to clear up. No mistake. No illusion.

Her twin sister moans again, whispering, “Yes, that’s it, baby,” as if to drive the knife deeper into Meadow’s heart.

Something inside her shatters.

“Juniper…? Tyler?” she finally manages to whisper, her voice barely recognizable.

They both turn, startled. Tyler’s face twists in shock, then panic. He pushes Juniper off him, stammering, “Meadow, I swear, I thought she was you!”

It’s a pathetic excuse. One that doesn’t even make sense.

Juniper doesn’t even bother covering herself. She just smirks, tossing her messy hair over her shoulder like a queen enjoying the chaos she’s created. “Oh, please,” she scoffs. “It’s time we drop the act. This has been going on for a while.”

Meadow stumbles back, staring between them. “What are you talking about?”

Her twin rolls her eyes. “You really didn’t think he loved you, did you?”

It hits Meadow all at once — the hotel mix-up, the receptionist’s strange looks, the duplicate “Meadow Russell” check-in. Juniper had stolen her identity, her name, her wedding — and the man she loved.

Tyler tries to approach her again, naked and unashamed. He grabs her jaw gently, his expression hard. “You thought I loved you, Meadow? No. Juni’s the love of my life.”

The words pierce like knives.

Every memory — every kiss, every late-night conversation, every promise he made — turns to ash. She had believed in him completely, trusted him with her heart. And all along, he’d been sharing that same intimacy with her twin sister.

Meadow stares at Juniper, still unable to process it. The last time she saw her twin was two years ago. They’d grown apart after Juniper’s endless trail of lies and manipulation had driven a wedge between them. Juniper had always been the beautiful, daring, chaotic one — the one who got what she wanted, no matter who she hurt. But never, not in her darkest thoughts, had Meadow imagined she would do this.

Juniper laughs again, the sound sharp and cruel. “She’s in shock, baby. Maybe we should help her out of her misery,” she says mockingly, then pulls Tyler into another kiss right in front of her.

That’s when Meadow realizes this isn’t a mistake. This isn’t a sudden betrayal. It’s a plan.

Her sister had known exactly what she was doing. She had tracked Meadow down, learned about the wedding, and swooped in like a vulture to destroy what little happiness she had built. The matching outfit, the fake check-in — all of it was deliberate.

The pain turns into rage. Her tears blur her sight, her breath coming out in shaky bursts. Every muscle in her body screams at her to turn around, to run far away from the two people who’ve just ripped her soul apart.

But she doesn’t move.

She stands there, trembling, her heart breaking piece by piece as she watches her sister smirk and her fiancé — her almost-husband — stand there unashamed, not even offering a shred of remorse.

Tyler and Juniper exchange a look, and she realizes — they’re enjoying this. They want her to see. To suffer.

Meadow’s hands ball into fists. She feels like she’s watching her life crumble in real time, and there’s nothing she can do but breathe through the ache and pray she doesn’t collapse.

Every part of her screams that this is the moment she loses everything — her trust, her love, her family.

And yet, deep inside, a spark ignites — not of despair, but of something darker. A promise that this won’t be the end of her story.

Because betrayal that deep doesn’t fade. It carves itself into your bones. And Meadow Russell — heartbroken, humiliated, and hollow — walks out of that hotel room knowing one thing for certain.

She will never forgive them.

And one day, they will both pay for what they’ve done.