Fallen 142

Posted by Sara Lili, ? Views, Released on October 8, 2025

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CHAPTER 0142

Meadow’s POV:

The words were barely even out of my mouth before Alaric rose to his feet, his arm around my waist as he us around and…

Set me down on the chair.

My brows furrowed in confusion, and as Alaric stepped aside, my eyes met Tyler’s.

I stopped breathing.

spun

Tyler’s face was still bloodied, the sneer still on his face, although now it seemed to have intensified. His eyes hardened even further, but beneath it all, one emotion I recognized fully well was… jealousy.

Alaric was right.

Tyler didn’t want me with anyone. Not even himself. He thought I’d be miserable while he was happy with Juniper.

But… he wasn’t the one winning at the moment.

I was.

I lifted my chin, arching my back slightly so my chest was pushing forward. And then, tilting my head, I asked: “ Is there a problem, Tyler?”

Tyler’s eyes flashed, but he didn’t say a word. Alaric stood behind me now, his presence intoxicating in the best way. “Answer her.”

“No,” Tyler gritted out. “There isn’t a problem.”

Alaric began to circle me, like a predator assessing his prey. It was all overwhelming, with Tyler being here. So all I could do was focus on Alaric’s slow footsteps.

He suddenly stopped in front of me, and then, brows pulling together, he cupped my jaw, making sure my eyes remained on his.

His teeth scraped over his bottom lip and my eyelids fluttered. “Alaric…”

“You can decide to pretend he’s not here, or embrace the fact that he is,” he whispered, leaning in with his hands on the armrests. “Whatever you do, you have my full support. Although, you’ll probably be too busy shaking beneath me to even concentrate on anything else.”

Warmth flooded my entire body, shooting straight to my core as Alaric trailed his soft lips along the corner of my mouth down to my collarbone. He cupped my breasts, gently rubbing the pad of his thumb over the lacy fabric of my bra.

And it was only when he started to lower himself to his knees that I realized what it was he really wanted to do

to me.

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“Alaric!” I gasped.

Tyler made a sound in the back of his throat, but I wasn’t looking at him. My eyes were completely on my hunk of a husband kneeling in front of me in Tyler’s presence.

“Shhh.” Alaric’s gaze was dark. “I’m here. Lift for me, baby.”

I did, and he pulled down the rest of my dress, leaving me in my underwear and heels. Tyler could only see the upper part of my body from where he was seated, and I think Alaric wanted it that way.

He wanted to give him a show without actually showing him anything.

“My perfect angel,” he rasped against my knee, peppering kisses all over both knees. “You’re the most perfect woman I’ve ever known. The most perfect I will ever know.”

He was saying all that for me to hear, but I wasn’t sure if Tyler could hear it as well.

I hoped he could.

A soft gasp escaped my throat as his mouth trailed upward, toward my thighs. A shiver ran down my spine, and I kept my eyes on him, moaning lightly as his other hand caressed my waist.

My breathing had turned shallow. “Oh god!” I yelped in surprise when all of a sudden, he yanked me closer until my ass was teetering on the edge of the seat. And then, he swung my thighs over his shoulders.

When Alaric raised his eyes to meet mine, all the breath escaped my lungs. So hooded. So full of lust and something else I couldn’t name.

“You okay?” he murmured.

I didn’t answer at first, I just met Tyler’s eyes.

And oh fuck yes–he was fuming. His entire face was nearly red, a vein about to pop in his forehead. His jaw was clenched so hard I was surprised he hadn’t chipped a tooth yet.

I smirked at him, my eyelids fluttering when Alaric sucked me through my panties.

“Fucking wet, as always,” he murmured in approval.

“Only for you, daddy.”

I had no idea what on earth had possessed me to say that, but I did. And the way Tyler moved to stand up let me know that it had gotten to him.

“Sit down, Tyler,” I gritted out. “Sit the fuck down. We’re not done here.”

“I refuse to be a part of this.”

“A part of what? Don’t like to see someone as worthless as me getting treated like a queen?” I scoffed. “Well, you really don’t have a choice right now.” Not unless he wanted to go to jail.

And if there was one thing I knew he was afraid of, it was the unknown of prison.

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Tyler’s nostrils flared and I rolled my eyes. “Oh, and you’re not a part of this. You’re just… a witness.”

He sat back down wordlessly.

Alaric didn’t miss a beat. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

My gaze dropped to his. His fingers traced the waistband of my panties.

“You know what I want,” I breathed, my eyes falling shut when his finger trailed down the front of my panties.

“Say it.”

Two very commanding words.

“I…” I trailed off. “I want you to eat my pussy the way you always do–like it’s your last meal on this earth.”

I opened my eyes, fixating them on Tyler for only a few seconds.

But the moment Alaric shifted my panties to the side, I shut my eyes again.

I wasn’t going to give him the time of day. Looking at Tyler while Alaric ate me out would seem like I cared too much, when I genuinely didn’t.

Like Alaric said—he was nothing.

And I was going to treat him as such and pretend like he wasn’t there.

“Ahhh–mm,” I moaned when Alaric sucked my pulsing nub into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it, and then proceeded to lick me from my hole back to my clit.

Several times.

I bit down on my lip, trying to hold in my moans because I didn’t want to be too loud, but a sharp smack on my thigh had me letting out a yelp.

Alaric didn’t like me being deliberately quiet.

“Oh god,” I whimpered when his tongue began to flick my clit. My eyes opened, but he was already looking at

And the look in his eyes….

Oh god. The look. I couldn’t even glance away for a second. That’s how enthralled and stuck I was.

My brows furrowed and my fingers reached for his hair, gripping it tightly when he pushed his thick fingers into my hole. “Mmmhm, daddy,” I moaned long and low, arching my back as his fingers curled against my most sensitive spot while his mouth worked on my clit. “So good…”

Heat spread throughout my entire body, shocks of pleasure causing my core to clench hard around his fingers. I

was close. I could feel it.

My breathing became more shallow with every breath I took, my vision blurring as Alaric drove me crazy. And it was only when I was about to orgasm that I remembered that Tyler was present.

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And when my gaze met his, he was looking at me like he wanted me. Like I was desirable to him all of a sudden.

Perfect.

Fucking perfect.

“Alaric, I-“I came with a loud cry, and this time, I didn’t take my eyes off Tyler. I watched him watch me. Watched him look at me with desire swirling in his gaze.

He could want me, but the fact remained that he would never, ever have me.

When Alaric rose to his feet, he cupped my jaw with one hand, while the other moved to his mouth so he could clean up my essence from his fingers.

My eyes dropped to the bulge in front of his pants. I wanted to do something about that.

“Are you okay?” Alaric murmured, smirking at me like he already knew the answer.

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“Good.” He turned to Tyler. “You’re fired, Cross.”

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

Score 9.9

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.