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CHAPTER 0099 

Meadow’s POV: 

If I thought I felt everything when Alaric fucked me in missionary style and when I rode his dick, I was 

wrong. 

Alaric slamming into me from behind made me feel every. Single. Fucking. Thing. Much deeper than 

ever. One hand remained on my hip, the other smacking my ass occasionally as he impaled me with his 

long, thick cock. 

“Oh god!” I exclaimed, biting hard into the pillow as tears streamed down my face. 

SMACK! 

Alaric’s hand came down hard on my ass again and I gasped. “What did I tell you the last time, Meadow? Whose name did I ask you to call when I’m fucking you?” 

My chest heaved as I tried to gather my thoughts–which was an impossible task with the way my husband was claiming me. Alaric pulled out of me, and I whimpered from how empty my core felt as it 

clenched around nothing. And then he yanked me up again by my hair until my back was resting against 

his chest. 

I arched against him, moaning when his cocked stirred against my lower back. 

“Whose name did I ask you to fucking call?” he hissed against my neck, pulling my head further back so I 

could see his face. His eyes. 

He did not look happy. At all. His blue eyes were hard, but filled with heat and want. A shiver ran down my spine at the fact that no matter how upset he was with me, he never let that cloud how much he 

wanted me. 

“Yours,” I choked out as my gaze dropped to his mouth. I wanted him to kiss me. Needed him to. “Yours,” I repeated, tilting my head slightly. “Please kiss me, daddy. Don’t be so upset with me.” 

Alaric’s grip tightened on my hip and he pulled me even further against him. I ground my ass on his cock, feeling the coolness of the piercings on the underside. 

He grunted, inhaling deeply, and then he pressed his mouth to my neck, nibbling and sucking so hard I 

was certain it would leave a mark. 

“I’m not upset, Meadow,” he murmured into my ear. 

I swallowed. “You aren’t?” 

“No.” He paused for a second. “I’m fucking furious.” 

A gasp tore from my throat. 

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“You disrespected me by putting that note in your bra, Meadow. If I didn’t find it, would you have called 

him?” 

“Alaric-” 

“Would you have let him prove to you how unserious marriages really are?” 

My stomach fell. “You know I wouldn’t have.” 

Alaric hummed, nails digging into my hip. “So you wouldn’t have let him fuck you?” 

“What are you saying, Alaric?” I tried to sound firm but my voice shook. I couldn’t believe he would say 

something like this to me. 

His chest heaved against my back, and so did mine. My jaw ticked, and the worst part of it all was that I 

could feel Alaric’s cock getting even harder. 

My anger was turning him on. 

He pulled on my hair again. “We both know you’ve already gotten what you wanted the most from me,” he 

mused as his other hand went further down my hips. “I took your virginity, fucked you until you were 

sore. You never did care about getting revenge, though, so you got exactly what you wanted. Who’s to say 

you won’t run into the first man who opens his arms to you with a smile on his face? 

“I won’t,” I gritted out, trying to pull away from him, but of course, his grip made it impossible. “I signed a 

contract, Alaric.” No matter how tempting it was to back out of family drama I didn’t want to endure, I 

wasn’t going to. 

Besides, I hadn’t gotten exactly everything I wanted. I hadn’t gotten Alaric. The true Alaric. And that was 

something I was going to have to reserve some patience for. 

“That’s right, baby girl,” he rasped against my skin. “You won’t. Because you know who you belong to. 

And even if you think you’re done with me, I am just getting started with you.” 

Before I could say another word, Alaric shoved my face down onto the bed, hips remaining high, and it wasn’t long before I felt the heat from his mouth on my core. 

“Oh…” I whimpered, hoping that he would make me come with his tongue. “Oh, please, daddy.” 

Alaric was on his knees behind me. I don’t think there was anything sexier than that. 

This time, he didn’t pull away. He didn’t tease me because he wanted to punish me. His hot tongue slid through my slick folds as he ate me out like a starving man. 

I held onto the sheets, shaking but unable to escape his grip on my thighs as he sucked my swollen clit into his mouth, circling it over and over. 

“Fuck” I cried, a shiver running down my spine as my back arched. 

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Alaric groaned against me and the vibration made my pussy pulse around nothing. “The sweetest 

fucking taste,” he rasped, diving in again, this time, fucking me with his tongue. 

Alaric was merciless with his mouth, and before I knew it, stars were dancing in front of my eyes and my orgasm took me by surprise. He drank every single sip of my essence before rising to his feet, delivering a 

spank to my ass. 

And then he drove into me again. 

A cry escaped me. God, I was so mad at him for everything he had said to me, but I wanted him all the same. My body betrayed me, clenching around his cock, eyes rolling into the back of my head. 

“Feel that?” he growled. “Only I can make this greedy pussy tighten around my cock. Only I can split you 

open this way. Say it.” 

“I-“I bit down on my lip, too stubborn to give in to his demands right away. 

He stopped moving, landing his palm against my raw ass again. I knew it was red as fuck by now. “Say it, 

Meadow.” His voice was dangerously low. “Say who owns this tight body.” 

“You!” I cried as he moved again, hitting a spot inside me that had me sobbing. He was so deep inside me, 

so long, so thick… I was so full. “You, daddy. Just you.” 

“Good girl.” He was rough. So rough, like he said he was going to be. 

And I fucking loved it. 

Maybe Alaric wasn’t meant to be a gentleman, after all. 

My insides were on fire, every single nerve ending, my eyes, my face, my neck, my body–it all burned from his touch. I could already feel my release getting closer. 

“Fuck, daddy!” I sobbed into the sheets, grabbing the pillow for something to hold on to. “It’s too much!” 

“That’s it,” he hissed. “I can feel you clenching around me, baby girl. You’re close again, aren’t you?” 

“Mmmhmm…” I managed. I couldn’t speak, because the fire was threatening to burst out of my chest. 

And it did. Fuck, it did. My second orgasm was the most explosive it had ever been. My core pulsed around my husband’s cock continuously as I quivered. I could feel all the energy leaving my body as I 

came with his name on my tongue. 

In a few moments, Alaric tensed behind me, his thrusts becoming sloppy, and then, with a low groan, his cock pulsed inside me as he spilled his seed. 

God. 

Spilled his seed. I sounded like some glorified Victorian slut. 

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“Fuuuuck,” Alaric breathed as I collapsed fully onto the bed, dipping beside me when Alaric landed on it, instantly pulling me on top of him. 

My eyelids fluttered. I was sore. So sore, and tired. 

Alaric pushed my hair away from my face, pulling my head down until my lips met his in a gentle kiss–a huge contrast to the moment we just had. 

Gone was the anger in his eyes before. Now, he just stared at me with… adoration. (1 

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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.

 

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