Fallen 101

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Alaric’s POV:

I think I may have been obsessed with her.

No–I didn’t think. I fucking knew it. I was obsessed with everything about my wife: her face, her body, her stubbornness. Her goddamn attitude. The way she trusted me. The way she wanted to know me.

The way she thought she wouldn’t hate me once she found out who I really was. What I’d done–to her family and mine.

And I hated it. So much. The last time I was obsessed with someone, my heart was eventually ripped out of my chest and torn into several pieces. Although I knew Meadow was not Clarissa, I still couldn’t let myself get obsessed.

But I was fucking selfish, so I wasn’t going to let her go.

Meadow moaned into my mouth, pressing her warm, tight body against mine, and I picked her up, carrying her over to the vanity and dropping her on the table.

“You want to know if I’m scared of you leaving?” I rasped against her neck. “I’m not.” When I pulled back to look at my gorgeous wife, her face had fallen. But I wasn’t done speaking. “I’m fucking terrified.”

Here I was, confessing to her about what had quickly become one of my greatest fears.

Meadow’s lips parted slightly, her eyes glazing over as she gasped. “Alaric-”

I rested my forehead against hers, swallowing. “You’re the only one who makes me lose control, Meadow.

You make me lose my fucking mind.” I captured her lips again, softly this time. “But you also keep me in control. I don’t know how you do it.” I shook my head. “But I don’t want you to fucking stop.”

Warmth erupted in my chest as she ran her hands over it, her eyes on me as she wrapped them around

my neck. “But I don’t… I don’t do anything-”

“Don’t say that, baby,” I muttered, heaving a sigh. “And I know you mean well. You want me to bare myself

to you. You want to know who I am, but I’m not entirely sure that’s possible, Meadow. You can’t know me.”

Her eyes were wet. “But I want to. Why don’t you want me to know you?”

The big question, with an answer that I wasn’t sure how to provide. The words were at the tip of my tongue, and it was only when Meadow cupped my cheek and made me look at her, that I spoke.

“I can’t bare myself to you. I can’t show you everything about me and then watch you walk out on me because you think it’s too much.”

I already told her that the contract didn’t have a time clause. I already told her that she could leave if she wanted. Now, she thought she could handle everything, but she couldn’t.

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Meadow would never forgive me if she knew the truth about her father–whether or not they were in speaking terms with each other. And even if she somehow managed to forgive me for that fault, she would never be able to move past the things that followed. The deceit.

I knew who this woman was and she had no idea.

Meadow shook her head, her brows furrowing. “No, Alaric. I won’t-”

I cut her off with another kiss, stopping her from finishing that sentence. From making promises that she wouldn’t be able to keep. Promises that I wouldn’t even fault her for not keeping.

Meadow’s fingers climbed into my hair and she pulled me even further down against her, tightening the grip of her thighs around my waist. Her lips were warm and soft as always, her tongue so accepting of

mine.

My cock pushed against my slacks, against her stomach, and when I ground my hips against hers, she let

out a moan.

Fuck.

I’d just fucked her and it looked like she wanted more.

“Tell me what you want,” I whispered against her mouth.

“We shouldn’t,” she breathed. “We were having a conversation.”

“A conversation that can be continued later.”

“You haven’t had anything to eat since you got back. I’m sure you’re starving.”

“Only for you,” I murmured.

She chewed on the corner of her lip, eyes dropping as her cheeks flushed. “I’m…sore.”

My lips twitched. She was trying to say no without saying no, but her body was completely against it. Her

thighs had tightened around my waist, her back arched so her chest was pressing against mine.

I pulled down my zipper, taking my cock out as I dragged her until her ass was on the edge of the table.”

I’ll go slow, baby.”

Meadow’s eyes remained on mine as I slowly slid into her. Her eyelids fluttered, a beautiful sound

escaping her mouth as she clung onto my shoulder.

“Fuck…” I rasped, pulling out of her tight pussy and driving in again. I said it before and I would never

stop saying it–I would never, EVER get tired of Meadow Russell.

No. Meadow Ashford.

This woman was my wife. She belonged to me, and I was going to do everything in my power to keep her

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with me–even if that meant keeping a few secrets from her.

“Alaric…” she moaned, pulling my head down until my lips met hers again. Our kiss was feverish, laced with emotions. So many words that I wanted to say but couldn’t. And I knew I wasn’t the only one.

I knew Meadow had secrets too–granted, they were secrets I already knew, but to her, they were still just

secrets.

“I’ll always take care of you, Seelenflamme,” I rasped against the corner of her mouth as I thrust deep into

her.

“What…” she breathed. “What does that mean?”

I pulled back so I could stare into those hazel eyes and give her my response. Meadow’s lips were parted in a perfect ‘O‘. She was struggling to keep her eyes open.

Her pussy started to clench around me and I knew that she was close. I increased my pace slightly, my

balls slapping her skin as I fucked her wet cunt.

And just when I noticed that she was on the brink, I gave her my answer.

“Soul flame.”

Meadow gasped, throwing her head back and crying out loudly as she came around my cock.

“Fuck.” My voice was a low growl. “There are no words for how you look whenever you come for me,

baby.” I kissed her. “No. Fucking. Words.”

A shiver shot down my spine as warmth spread to the bottom of my stomach, my body tensing up as I

pulsed inside of her.

“Oh, yes…” Meadow breathed, letting her head fall onto my shoulder. “God, Alaric. If our sex is this phenomenal when I don’t know you, just imagine how it would be when you finally-”

“Meadow,” I warned.

She let out a breathy chuckle, still panting. “Worth a try.”

I ran my hand through my hair, feeling my lips twitch. And then I leaned in, pressing a kiss to the top of

her head.

“Some things are better left unsaid, Doe.”

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Fallen

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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.