Fallen 45

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Meadow feels overwhelmed and conflicted when Alaric surprises her with three beautiful dresses and a heartfelt gesture. Though she appreciates his kindness, her insecurities and past experiences make it difficult for her to fully accept the gift. Nova offers support and leaves, sensing Meadow’s emotional turmoil, while Alaric stays behind, sensing the tension between them.

Alaric confronts Meadow gently about her avoidance and reassures her that he knows her well. He draws her close, urging her to look at herself and accept the affection he is offering. Meadow struggles with feelings of unworthiness rooted in her childhood, but Alaric challenges her self-doubt and encourages her to embrace the moment and herself.

He then instructs Meadow to strip down to her lingerie and try on the dresses, insisting she look at herself in the mirror. As she changes, Alaric’s attention and desire for her become palpable, and he carefully helps her into one of the silk dresses, highlighting her beauty and worth. His words and touch stir deep emotions in Meadow, blending vulnerability with growing confidence.

Alaric promises to show Meadow just how much she deserves to be adored, teasing her with sensuality and intimacy as he plans to make her feel pleasure while she wears each dress. The chapter ends on a charged note, with Meadow caught between her insecurities and the powerful connection she shares with Alaric.

My heart stuttered, and I looked away from him.

“Hi, Alaric,” Nova said to him. “Looks like you’ve been busy.”

Alaric let out an amused breath. “Hardly.”

I didn’t say anything, do anything except stare down at the envelope.

This was too much. Way too much for someone like me even if it wasn’t a show of affection. Nova leaned in to whisper. “I think I’m gonna go, Meds. Will you be okay?”

I opened my mouth, unable to speak for a few seconds, but when my voice finally came out, it was hoarse.. “Uh, yeah.” I forced a smile. “Thank you for coming, Nov. Really.”

“Of course.” Nova rose to her feet, smiling back at me despite the heavy concern swirling in her eyes.” Text me later?”

“Promise.”

I didn’t turn to watch her leave. Because if I did, then I would have to look at Alaric who was still standing by the door.

The tension in the air nearly rendered the air conditioning useless and the hair at the back of my neck stood at attention.

I hated that my body was too aware of him.

Then, he finally spoke. “I thought you’d already forgiven me for what I did last night and this morning.”

“I have.” My voice trembled. My fists clenched around the envelope as I heard him step further into the room. I counted his steps–seven.

“Then why do I feel like you’re avoiding looking at me?”

An airy laugh escaped my mouth. “I’m not-”

“Finish that sentence and you’ll end up turned over my lap.” His voice sounded so close that I nearly jumped out of my skin, a gasp tearing from my throat.

The thought of him doing exactly what he just said made my core clench with need.

Alaric’s hand came down onto my shoulder and I swallowed, enjoying the feel of his large hand on my skin even though nervousness buzzed beneath it.

“Alaric…” I trailed off, swallowing again.

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“Come here,” he murmured, and then he was pulling me up before I could even move.

And finally, I was facing him. The top three buttons of his black button–up shirt were undone, the tattoo peeking out from beneath the left side of his collar.

“Look at me, Meadow.”

Slowly, I did. His arm slid around my waist, grazing my bare skin underneath my top while my own hands hung limp at my sides, one still clutching the envelope.

Alaric’s brows furrowed in concern. “Do you not like the dresses?”

“No…I mean I-“I stuttered, letting out a frustrated breath as he pinned me with his gaze. “They’re lovely, really. Everything is. I just… this is a lot, Alaric, and for just one party. Did you have to?”

His eyes narrowed but he didn’t say a word. Panic gripped my chest. Oh, god. What if he thought-

“I’m not trying to be ungrateful,” I said quickly, shaking my head. “I love this. All of it, I promise. I…”

I trailed off as something thick clogged my throat. I didn’t know what else to say, how else to put this in a way that he wouldn’t see me as weird or dramatic, or even worse–overly damaged.

And frankly, if I delved into this, I would be inviting memories of my childhood. My past.

And that was one thing I was willing to keep from Alaric.

But the fact remained that I didn’t deserve this. My mother made sure it was ingrained in my brain that I didn’t deserve nice things.

‘You’re not worth it, Meadow,‘ she would say. ‘It’s for your sister, not you, you little pig.‘

So did I love that Alaric did this for me? Yes. Did I deserve it? No. Was I overreacting?

Probably. This was just Alaric being Alaric. Thoughtful and kind and-

“Did you read the note yet, or did your imposter syndrome convince you not to accept that as well?”

My heart stuttered in shock, my gaze snapping to his. And they swirled with amusement. “You’re not that difficult to read, baby.” His voice was low, sending shivers down my spine as his thumb drew circles mindlessly around a spot on my waist.

“Let me guess what you’re thinking right now,” he murmured, jerking me hard against him. “Will you let

me?”

My eyes dropped to his lip as he scraped his teeth over the bottom.

“Will you walk away if I say no?” I breathed, raising my free hand to play with his buttons.

“Fair point.” He smirked. “Turn around.”

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I didn’t question him, I just did as he asked. When I turned around, I was facing the huge mirror on the

wall.

I stared at my reflection, face flushed, hair tied into a messy bun, grip tight around the envelope, and then I shifted my gaze to Alaric who stood behind me.

His eyes met mine in the mirror and I let out a shaky breath. Why did this feel so damn intimate when we

weren’t even doing anything?

The next thing Alaric said stole all the breath from my lungs.

“Strip.” His voice was low and raspy.

“What?” I said tightly, starting to turn around, but he stopped me with a firm hand on my shoulder.

“Don’t look away from the mirror, Meadow,” he stated. “And like I said, strip.”

And then he backed away from me, and I watched the mirror, stunned as he walked toward the new rack

of dresses.

“Wait, I-”

“You already made me repeat myself once,” he said in a voice so cold I felt shivers run down my spine.” Don’t make that mistake again.”

I swallowed hard. What on earth was he up to? He was looking at the dresses like he was…

Oh.

He wanted me to wear them.

I took a deep breath, let the envelope fall to the floor, and with shaky hands, reached for the hem of my top and took it off, silently applauding myself for choosing to wear a bra earlier today.

And then I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my leggings, and as I started to take them off, I felt his eyes on me. I didn’t need to look in the mirror for that.

I tried to look sexy doing it–I swear. But I nearly tripped on my own leggings and ruined the moment for

us both.

Or maybe not.

When I looked back in the mirror, now completely in a pair of pink panties and matching bra, Alaric’s attention was completely on me, and he had the emerald green silk dress in his hand.

His eyes darkened. “Good.”

“I thought you were trying to guess what I was thinking,” I murmured.

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Alaric lips twitched as he stepped closer to me. “I will, as soon as I get you in this dress.”

My heart was beating out of control against my ribcage, but I managed a nod.

Because what else was I supposed to say?

With Alaric’s help, I stepped into the dress, the silk, smooth fabric sliding over my skin in a way that

nearly made me moan in delight. It had a thigh high slit and a plunging low back, held up by thin,

crisscrossed straps that framed my shoulders.

It was… georgous.

“You’re thinking…” Alaric rasped softly, his knuckles brushing against my bare back as his other hand

reached for the zipper on the side. “That you don’t deserve any of this. That you’re not cut out for this. You’re thinking, why you?”

Something prickled at the back of my eyelids, but I didn’t take my eyes off his as he pulled up the zipper

slowly, sealing the dress to my body.

“Someone–maybe more than one person–did a hell of a job convincing you that you were less.” He

paused, like he was giving me a chance to argue. To deny it. But I didn’t.

Because it was the truth.

His hand trailed up my back, and he exhaled sharply, snapping the hook of my bra open on the same

breath.

I gasped loudly, but it turned into a moan as he leaned in, lips grazing my neck.

“But just look at you, Meadow,” he said roughly, arm snaking around my waist. “Look at yourself in this fucking mirror and tell me you don’t deserve this and even more.”

I swallowed, opening my mouth, but nothing came out. Not a single word.

Alaric tutted, and then his hand trailed downward. “I’m quite disappointed, Meadow.” Another gasp tore from my throat as he slipped his fingers through the slit slowly, tortorously.

“I suppose I’ll have to show you myself then.”

“Alaric-“I choked out as his hand slipped into the waistband of my panties.

“Shhh, just look in the mirror, baby.”

His tone was soft, his voice raw, his eyes dark when I looked in the mirror.

And then he said:

“I’m going to make you come three times, while wearing all three dresses. And then you’re going to pick your favorite.”

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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.