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CHAPTER 0100

Meadow’s POV:

“I’m sorry I put the note in my bra.”

It had been an hour since Alaric and I had sex. We remained in my bed, both of us wide awake but lost in

our thoughts. He was in a calmer mood now, but I could still tell that he was still slightly annoyed with

Because he hadn’t said a word to me. He just kept stroking my back tenderly as I rested my head on his

chest.

He paused then, hand on my lower back. I raised my head to look at him and he was already watching me with a gaze I couldn’t decipher. His teeth scraped lightly over his bottom lip.

“Hey…” I continued softly, reaching up to cradle his cheek. “The waiter was an asshole, Alaric, but I would

never do that to you. I wasn’t going to call him, I was just… being defiant.”

Plus, I wanted to see what he would do, but I didn’t add that part. My mind drifted to his phone on my

vanity. He’d been typing a message on it before he dropped it. Who had he texted? Trip? The waiter?

I knew Alaric wasn’t going to let this go. However, I couldn’t exactly snoop around on his phone when he

was here.

“That’s not what I was worried about,” he murmured.

I scoffed. “All the things you said to me while we were…” Heat crept up my neck and I cleared my throat.”

Were they all lies? Because it seemed as if you were really bothered by it.”

Alaric’s jaw clenched as he replied. “I wasn’t.” He kissed the top of my head. “I’m not.”

But I instantly knew he was lying. Most of the time–all of the time, really–Alaric was an excellent liar. But looking at him now, he seemed a little… vulnerable. Like he was annoyed about letting himself go like that when he was fucking me,

I swallowed. “So, you’re not scared of me leaving you after I got what I wanted?”

Alaric’s eyes flashed as he shoved out a breath. When he spoke, his tone was cold.

“Did she do anything to hurt you?”

My brows furrowed. “Who?”

“You said you were with your sister at the restaurant, didn’t you?”

My face flushed for whatever fucked up reason it did. I wasn’t too bad a liar–sometimes–but Alaric’s

gaze on me had me flustered. As if he knew I was lying but was just playing along.

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“Oh, yeah,” I breathed nervously, looking away from him. “Um, no. No, she didn’t do anything to hurt me, Alaric. And why are you changing the subject?”

He arched a brow, and then he gently moved his arm from under me, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. My tongue dried in my mouth as I watched his back muscles flex. “Will you talk to me about this?” I murmured.

Alaric ran a hand through his hair. “Drop it, Meadow.” His tone was a low mumble.

I sat up in bed, making my way toward him. I started to reach for his back. “But I just-”

“What part of ‘drop it‘ was not clear to you?” There was a harder edge to his voice now as he rose to his

feet. And I wasn’t sure why, but I looked away when he turned to face me. He scoffed. “How can you be so

sharp with your tongue and too timid to even look at my cock when I’m not fucking you?”

My cheeks heated. “I’m not timid,” I denied, my voice becoming a high octave. “And you keep changing

the subject.”

“Then look at me,” he said smoothly, dark amusement coating his tone.

I swallowed. I didn’t know what was wrong with me.

“Look at me, Meadow.”

I did. I was already near the edge of the bed so Alaric’s cock was directly in front of my face. He was semi- hard, curving up slightly so I could see a glimpse of the ladder beneath.

Alaric carefully gripped my chin, tilting my head up so I could look into his eyes. “Do my piercings repulse you?”

“What?” I breathed. “No. I just… you’re right, okay? I’m timid. I’ve accepted it.” I rose to my feet. “When are you going to accept that you’re scared of me leaving you?”

His eyes turned hard as he glared at me, and then his hand left my chin. I shook my head. “Alaric, there’s nothing wrong in being-”

“One more word about this and I’ll have Trip do more to that waiter than I initially planned to,” he gritted out. I jerked back as if he’d slapped me and he used that opportunity to walk away from me, grabbing his pants from the floor.

I scoffed, watching him put them on. “Is that it? You’ll threaten me to keep me from talking? Kill the waiter for being an asshole? Kill Tyler for being a complete idiot?”

He tilted his head at me, slowly dragging his gaze up and down my naked body. I crossed my arms in front of my chest and his eyes flashed. “You sacrificed your ass for Tyler, Meadow,” he muttered. “I can hardly classify that as a threat, seeing as you’d rather take some fucking strokes on the ass than let me give that fucker what he deserves.”

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My stomach twisted, my throat thickening as I stepped toward him. “So what? You’re blaming me for your lack of control?”

I was cutting deep, I knew that. Alaric was nothing if not controlled and calculating. But he was pushing me away again, and if this was what I had to do to get him to lose even a bit of that control with me-

outside sex–then I would do it.

His voice lowered, eyes darkening as he spoke. “I assure you, Meadow. I am very much in control.”

I opened my mouth to speak again, but in no time, Alaric was right in front of me, his hand around the back of my neck as he leaned in close. My eyelids fluttered and my sore center pulsed.

“Alaric…” I breathed, shaking my head. “Just…”

“There’s a reason there’s no time clause in the contract you signed, Meadow.” His tone was low and cold.” You want to know why that is?”

I swallowed, not sure if I wanted to know the true answer behind it. I’d been wanting to ask, since it was

an oversight on my part.

Alaric’s brows drew together and his nostrils flared. “It’s so you could leave whenever you want.”

My breath hitched. “What?”

“I’m not trying to trap you, Meadow,” he muttered. “I promised I was going to help you get revenge, and whether or not you want it, I’m going to give it to you. The main thing you wanted was for me to take your virginity. And I took it.” His gaze dropped to my mouth. “Whether or not you choose to stay afterward,

that’s on you. Not me.”

He started to turn away from me but I stopped him. “But you don’t want me to leave.”

I didn’t know what else to say. What on earth was I supposed to say to this? Him telling me he’d never let me go one second and then telling me I can leave the next?

But that wasn’t the only issue.

“And the money… God, Alaric. You can’t tell me you paid me a hundred million dollars just for me to just…

leave when I want.”

His jaw ticked. “The money is yours.”

Frustration clawed at my chest. “It’s not about the fucking money, Alaric.” I dragged my hand through my hair as my voice rose. “It’s about you. Why won’t you just talk to me? Why is it so damn hard for you to just tell me you’re scared of me leaving? Why won’t you let me see you? Know you?”

He was pushing me away again because he didn’t want to let his guard down, and I was fucking sick of it.

“You don’t want to know me, Meadow.”

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There it was again.

“I’m not asking for all of you, Alaric. Not now. But at least just…. don’t start pushing me away all because

you’d rather not open up to me.”

For a moment, Alaric was quiet, his thumb stroking the length of my throat. And for a second, I thought

that he was finally, finally going to crack. Finally going to let me see a little more vulnerability.

But then, his gaze darkened, jaw ticking. “Drop. It.”

A gasp escaped my throat, and as the back of my eyes burned with unshed tears, he stepped away from

My heart plummeted with every step he took toward the door, and as my knees buckled, I lowered myself

to the bed, blinking rapidly.

And just when I thought he was already gone, I heard him rasp: “Fuck.”

I sprung to my feet, surprised to see that he was walking back to me. “Alaric-”

“Come here,” he muttered, pulling me to him and crashing his lips down onto mine.

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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.