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CHAPTER 0120

Meadow’s POV:

“Where on earth are you taking me in this, Alaric?” My voice was airy when I came out of the room. I had put on the lingerie set now. There was also a dress in another box to cover it up, obviously, but I was still confused as to where the hell we were going.

Alaric’s back was facing me and he was only in his pants now. His shirt was off. He had his phone raised to his ear, and I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but when he turned to look at me, his eyes widened slightly. And then, he slowly lowered the phone from his ear.

My cheeks reddened under his gaze. I had on a balconette bra with an underwire that lifted my boobs a bit higher, and thin straps crisscrossing over the cups, framing my breasts perfectly.

The panties were worse, actually–or better, from the way Alaric was looking at me right now. It was a lace thong with side cutouts, thin straps that ran high over my hips. And the cherry on top?

They were attached to suspender garters lined in black satin ribbon.

There was a pair of black thigh high stockings, but I hadn’t put that on yet. In my hand was the velvet box

containing the vibrator and remote.

Alaric scraped his teeth over his bottom lip, his eyes heating up and darkening as they grazed over me. I

was breathless.

“I look ridiculous,” I breathed, and when his dark gaze snapped up to mine, I looked away, swallowing.

The other day when I wore a set to provoke him, that was different. More… innocent. And it definitely did

NOT look like this.

“Ridiculous,” he echoed. Alaric’s voice sounded like gravel, low and rough. “You think you look

ridiculous?”

He started to step toward me, and a shiver ran down my spine. With a startled gasp, I stepped backward, the box slipping from my hand. I couldn’t explain why I was this nervous.

Maybe because this was new territory for me.

And truthfully, I was being fucking pathetic. I hadn’t given up on wanting to see Alaric’s tether room, and if I kept acting like this, he would continue to think that I wasn’t ready.

And so I steeled my chin, fighting the urge to step backward again.

“Alaric…” I chuckled nervously, running my hand through my hair. “Look at me.”

He stood in front of me then–all muscles and… man.

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“That’s exactly what I’m doing,” he rasped. “Looking at you… Appreciating how fucking exquisite you look right now.” And then, he reached a hand out and pulled me close by the back of my neck, his thumb grazing the skin. “My very own dark angel.”

My tongue dried, my lips parting as heat pooled between my thighs. “Where are you taking me tonight?” My voice was a whisper.

Alaric leaned in then, but instead of kissing my mouth, he peppered kisses along my jaw and neck, his hand coming around my bare waist as he pulled me into his body. I melted against him, my eyelids fluttering when he began to suck and nip and lick on the skin of my neck, probably making a hickey.

“Come on,” I moaned. “Please, tell me. Or at least give me a hint.”

I yelped when he bit into the skin, but then he soothed it with his tongue. Alaric pulled back, but not before giving me ass a big squeeze. And then he crouched down and picked up the box.

“You want a hint?” he muttered. “It’s a place where I can fulfill your greatest desires.”

A soft gasp escaped my mouth. My eyes followed his every movement, from the way he opened the box to the moment he tossed it aside, leaving only the vibrator and remote in his hand.

His eyes snapped to mine again and he smirked. “This is mine,” he murmured, shoving the remote into his pocket. “I want you to put this on.”

Heat creeped up my neck and I cleared my throat. “That’s the thing. I don’t know how to. I thought it was a regular panty vibrator but-”

“It’s not,” he finished. “It’s a G–spot vibrator. This boulbous side goes inside your pussy and it vibrates against your G–spot whenever I use the button.”

“Oh…” I started to say, but before I could take it from him, he lowered himself to his knees in front of me.” Alaric,” I gasped. “What are you doing?”

“Putting it in for you,” he replied like it was the most casual thing in the world. “Open your legs, baby.”

My heart stuttered, more heat flooding my core. “Um, I think I can do it, Alaric. You don’t need to-”

I wasn’t even done speaking before he simply raised one of my thighs up and hooked it over his shoulder. “Hold on to me unless you want to fall.”

He didn’t have to say that twice. My hand moved to his shoulder, my teeth biting down hard on my bottom lip. Alaric’s face was directly in front of my panties. I could feel his warm breath across my abdomen. His eyes remained on mine as he traced his finger along the front of the lace panties. “What do we have here?” he asked smoothly. “So fucking wet for me, as always. Is this why you didn’t want me to fix it in for you? You’re ashamed?”

“I’m not… Oh!” I moaned when he shifted the panties to the side and pressed his lips to my wet folds.”

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God!”

“Fuck,” he rasped. “I promised myself I wasn’t going to touch you until we got to the club.”

My pulse quickened. “Wait, you’re taking me to your club?”

“Not the one you know,” he answered quickly. “My sex club, baby. Now, no more questions. I’m eating.”

Heat tinted my cheeks just as his mouth returned to my core, and he started to feast on me like he was

starving.

His grip tightened around my thigh, the other hand holding the panties to the side while I braced myself on his shoulders, throwing my head back. “Daddy…” I moaned desperately, thrusting my hips hard

against his face as his licked and sucked and fucked me with his assertive tongue.

For a long moment, I remained lost in the pleasure, so lost, I didn’t realize when he pulled the remote out

of his pocket and pressed the vibrator to my clit.

My eyes shot open as the first vibration buzzed through my clit. “Oh my…” I gasped. Alaric’s mouth worked on my center and the vibrator on my clit. It wasn’t long before the pleasure built to a maximum

high and I was trembling against him, coming while his tongue lapped at my wetness.

And I was barely through the aftershocks when he pulled his lips away and inserted the thick side of the

vibrator where it belonged. It clamped in place, sitting snug against my clit. And then he put my panties in place, released my leg and rose to his feet. His lips and jaw were wet, and a thrill shot through me as he

immediately claimed my lips with his, making me taste myself.

“Fucking obsessed with all of you,” he rasped against my mouth. I swallowed, my eyes hazy with lust as he pushed my hair back and away from my face. “Wear your hair down tonight.”

I chewed on the corner of my lip. “Okay.”

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.