Fallen 121

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CHAPTER 0121

Meadow’s POV:

A place where he could fulfil my greatest desires.

That was what Alaric had told me. And looking at the building now… I could see exactly what he was talking about. Red lights spilled from the inside whenever someone walked through the sliding doors.

It was an extension of the club, but with a different entrance. Just above the door was a logo–a circle with the letters, TED that glowed a neon red color.

I was so awed by the beauty of the outside that I barely felt Alaric walk up to me until he wrapped an arm around my waist. His head dipped down and I could feel his lips on my neck. “Mmhm, you smell fucking good, baby.”

“New fragrance,” I replied, placing my hand over his on my waist. “Nova got me this insane vanilla perfume.” I paused, turning around to face him. “But that isn’t the focus right now. When did you start working on this? And how come I never knew about it?”

Alaric chuckled. “A while. And I wanted to surprise you with it. Initially, I thought I’d wait until after I’d show you the tether room, but the plans changed. It’s opening night, and I wanted you here with me.” His eyes did a sweep of my body. “Especially dressed like that.”

I glanced down at the dress I had on–a black short flared dress that hugged my waist and stopped halfway down my thighs, paired with the thigh–high stockings. The dress had a front zipper that I hadn’t pulled all the way up, so some cleavage was exposed. I was dressed in black from head to toe, the only thing different being the shade of lipstick I had on.

I opted for something a little bold–red.

Alaric had on a black fitted t–shirt and a pair of black pants–nothing different from his usual color coordination. But right now, he looked extremely hot and… fucking dangerous.

“What does TED mean?” I asked, tilting my head at him.

He smirked then, his eyes shifting to the building. “The Elysian Den,” he said smoothly.

A shiver ran down my spine. That sounded… hot.

“Let’s go in,” he murmured. “The party probably already started without us.”

My skin prickled with nervousness. The moment we entered, all eyes would be on us. I didn’t much like being the center of attraction, and if Alaric was going to be the center, I would too.

But then, I felt his large hand on mine, and then he laced our fingers together. “I know what you’re thinking. And I promise you, it’s not going to be like that.” He leaned in, lowering his voice. “Most

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members would be buried deep in their kinky shenanigans to even notice us.”

I nodded, smiling up at him as a breath of relief escaped me. And as Alaric led me toward the doors, I asked another question. “You said… members?” I muttered. “Does that mean one has to be a member to get inside?”

“That’s exactly what I mean, baby. I’ll give you a proper explanation later, but for now, all you need to know is that whatever you see in there is completely consensual.”

I shivered–not sure it was from the cold.

“There are a lot of… kinks you probably know nothing about, and a lot that are frowned upon by society. But this place? It’s a safe space where people can do whatever the fuck they want and meet people who want the exact same thing.”

“But how do they meet these people? How would they know that there are people who want what they want?”

“There’s an app,” he answered simply, no further explanations. “A platform. And we have workers who cater to exactly those kinds of needs. Wants.”

I opened my mouth to ask something else but he had already pulled me through the door.

The lobby was dim with red lights shining over the front desk, and I suppose the soundproofing must’ve been insanely good, because I hadn’t heard a single sound outside but now I was inside, I could hear loud music echoing through the building.

The woman behind the front desk straightened the moment she spotted Alaric, her face going completely flustered.

Great. She had a crush on him.

Not that I could blame her though.

“Mr. Ashford!” she exclaimed. “Good evening. We’d begun to think you wouldn’t show.” A nervous laugh escaped her mouth.

Alaric’s lips twitched. “Was a little busy,” he murmured, thumb grazing the back of my hand so gently as he turned to face me. “This is my wife, Meadow. Meadow, the receptionist, Florence.”

I managed a smile at her–a smile that quickly dwindled the moment I noticed that hers was fake.

Here was another woman who probably hated me just because Alaric was mine.

Mine.

Fuck, that felt good to say.

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Alaric didn’t say another word as he led me away from the desk toward the main room.

“Well, that wasn’t a very friendly receptionist.”

“I know,” he replied without looking at me. “It’s why I’ll be firing her the moment this night is over. No one disrespects my wife and goes scot–free.”

Heat crept up my neck, and to distract myself from the heat that had pulled between my thighs–and the fact that there was a literal vibrator stuck in my vagina–I looked around the room.

It wasn’t as crowded as I’d thought it would be–then again, this was a luxurious club, so of course, it wouldn’t be too packed.

“Oh, wow…” I breathed, tightening my grip around his hand as my jaw dropped.

There was a bar at one end with a few people around it. At the edge of the stage, nearly hidden from view, was a DJ with his equipment, but the center of the stage was what caught my attention.

Dancers dressed in mere scraps of material, or even nothing at all, twirling around poles. And while some people danced around the room, some sat, only watching the dancers.

I watched as one of the men, dressed impeccably in a suit, with a watch on his wrist that screamed

money, curved his index finger in a ‘come here‘ motion to one of the dancers.

She strutted toward him, and despite the lighting, I could see the tiny smirk on her lips. The moment she

stepped up to him, she raised one of her legs up and he hooked it around his shoulder–just like the way

Alaric had done with me earlier.

She was completely naked, and the man immediately went to work on eating her out, while another man beside him–his friend, probably–watched.

A gasp escaped my mouth, and when I turned to face Alaric, his eyes were already on me, watching me with a wry smile. “In case you’re wondering, yes, that’s his wife.”

My eyes widened. I wasn’t sure if that was better or worse.

But Alaric wasn’t done speaking. “And I’m not talking about the man whose face is in her pussy.”

I didn’t think it was possible for my jaw to drop even further. “Wait… the man watching is… her husband?”

He nodded. “How do you know that?” I asked. “I assumed-”

“NDAS are usually signed. I only know Hugh and his best friend because they frequent the club often. And apparently, he likes to watch his wife get ruined by another man.” A server passed with a tray containing champagne flutes and Alaric grabbed two and handed one to me. “Also, every member gets tested before they’re even accepted as members, so rest assured that everyone’s safe.”

“Wow,” I breathed for lack of words, raising the flute to my lips and taking a sip. “This is…insanely

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incredible, Alaric.”

People could literally live out their wildest fantasies in this club. My eyes followed a woman who was

heading toward what resembled another hallway. But that wasn’t all. She was holding a leash connected

to the neck of a shirtless man who was willingly following her.

Oh god.

I glanced up at Alaric, and as I took another sip of my drink, all I wondered was what his own fantasies

and kinks were.

What was it he loved to do to women that got him overly stimaulated enough to have sex with them?

Hell… what was MY fantasy? My kink?

Something told me I was definitely going to find out here.

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.