Fallen 139

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CHAPTER 0139

Meadow’s POV:

A gasp tore from my throat–not out of fear, but shock. That was something neither of us expected wheppen as Alaric walked me through the doors of his office.

But I wasn’t scared. Not at all. That was a hard punch, but Alaric’s head only jerked to the side because he was caught off guard.

“I quit, motherfucker!” Tyler yelled angrily, swinging his arm back again for another punch. “You don’t fucking

own me!”

“Tyler, no-” I started, trying to warn him before he did something he was going to regret

Because trust me–he was definitely going to regret hitting Alaric. He couldn’t feel. And as far as I knew, Tyler only caressed his face.

He paid me no heed. However, before he could deliver another punch, Alaric caught Tyler’s wrist in one hand and then, releasing my hand from the other, he delivered a blow to his nose–a blow so loud and impactful that 1 heard the sound of his bones cracking.

“Fuck!” Tyler groaned as the force of Alaric’s blow pushed him backward.

“You quit, huh?” Alaric murmured casually. He turned to face me, shrugging his jacket off his shoulder, and I watched, tongue–tied, as he handed it to me with a smirk on his face. “Did he get me, baby?”

I chewed on my bottom lip, hating that I was so attracted to him being like this, but still loving it all the same No,” I muttered as my eyes dropped to his jaw. There was no bruise or bump on his skin.

Huh.

I suppose Tyler’s punch wasn’t so hard after all.

“Good,” he said in a smooth, buttery tone. “I hope you know I have to punish him now, Meadow.” Alaric’s eyes flashed, his jaw clenching. This wasn’t him asking permission. This was him just telling me what he was going to do.

“I don’t care,” I answered genuinely, my gaze shifting to Tyler who was still clutching his nose. “He’s had it coming for a long time.”

Tyler’s bloody nostrils flared as he tried to lunge for me. “You bitch-”

Alaric punched Tyler before he could take a step further.

“People like you never fucking learn,” Alaric said through his teeth. “Threatening my wife right in front of me? You’re asking for a fucking death sentence.” Tyler fell to the floor this time.

He grunted, his eyes widening as he looked at me, fear flashing in them.

There it was.

The fear.

“Get up,” Alaric said calmly.

Tyler was bleeding out of his nostrils, his eyes pleading with me. I scoffed. He only looked at me like that whenever he wanted something from me.

He had looked at me when we were outside in the hallway, and now he was looking at me like that again. He thought he could get through to me, make me tell Alaric to stop.

Because he just realized just the amount of trouble he was in now.

“Get. Up. Cross,” Alaric said louder this time. When Tyler didn’t move, Alaric reached for the collar of his shirt, yanking him off the floor. “When I tell you to get up, you fucking get up.”

Alaric punched him again and his head jerked hard to the side. My stomach turned. I wasn’t scared of Alaric at all, but I just…

“It all makes sense now.” Tyler’s sarcastic laughter drifted into my ears. “Is this it?” he asked slowly. “This what she married you for? To take revenge out on me?”

My breath hitched as I froze. Tyler looked like he was in pain, but he was still talking.

“Damn, Meadow,” Tyler continued, eyes still on Alaric. “I never pegged you to be bold enough to bag someone like him, or petty even. Honestly, I thought you were going to be this sad, timid, desperate fucking virgin until you d-”

Another punch from Alaric and Tyler fell to the floor again. “Fuck!” he cursed.

I swallowed.

What Tyler said had gotten to me. To be honest, that was what I’d thought too. After finding him and Juniper in bed together, I thought my life was going to be completely over. But it wasn’t.

I met him. Alaric. And for a man who didn’t love me, Alaric had shown me more love than any other person had ever done. He had made me feel loved, cherished… protected. He wanted me to be more fierce, confident, even though he adored this other part of me as well.

He made me see myself and let me know that I was deserving of everything that I had. Something my parents made sure I never believed.

So even if what Tyler had said got to me, all of that was nothing but a distant memory now.

A bad dream.

And I wasn’t going to let him make me relive it.

Tossing Alaric’s jacket onto the nearby sofa, I made my way to where Tyler lay on the floor. Alaric’s brows furrowed and he tried to get me to step back but I shook my head.

Crouching down to his level, I observed the bruises that he was now sporting on his face–nose, jaw, cheeks, lip bloodied from less than five punches from Alaric.

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Tyler slowly shifted his gaze to me, his chest heaving angrily with every single breath he took. He hated me so much, I could practically feel him trying to restrain himself from attacking me.

But there was nothing he could do to me.

Nothing

“Oh, Tyler…” I cooed, clicking my tongue. “How insecure and jealous do you have to be to think that I would get married to someone all because I want revenge on you?” I paused. “Do you really think you hold that kind of importance in my life? That I would what? Get on my knees in front of a powerful man and beg him to get revenge for me? I mean, I do get on my knees to suck his dick, but come on, Tyler! You can’t be that dense, can you?”

Alaric let out a silent laughter. It was barely there, but I heard it.

I didn’t marry Alaric for revenge, I married him because I wanted to lose my virginity–because I had nothing else to lose. I wasn’t sure what I was getting into by marrying him, but right now, I didn’t fucking regret it.

“Fuck… you,” he seethed.

I could feel Alaric tense above me, but he didn’t move.

He was letting me take the stage.

“I agree,” I whispered. “Although, I suppose, there’s nothing else to do but agree. I’ll take the insults, Tyler, but only because what you’re getting in return is going to be much worse.” I leaned in, stroking his hair. “And all I’m going to do is sit back and enjoy the show. I mean, there are perks to being married to the most powerful man in the city, aren’t there?”

Tyler growled, and he tried to get up but Alaric’s shoe pushed against his chest. I raised my head to gaze at him, feeling heat creep up my neck from the pride I saw swirling in his eyes.

Clearing my throat, I said: “Wanna tell him what exactly it is you plan to do to him, daddy?” I paused, biting my lip. “If you haven’t done them already, that is.”

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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.