Fallen 172 Summary
In Chapter 0172 of “Fallen 172,” Alaric reflects on Meadow’s fierce spirit as she reveals her desire for revenge against her sister, Juniper. This moment marks a significant change in Meadow, who has reached her breaking point due to Juniper’s relentless cruelty. Alaric feels a surge of heat and determination as he agrees to help Meadow execute her plan, understanding the depth of her pain and anger. The chapter captures the intensity of their emotions, with Meadow’s transformation from a passive victim to a woman seeking justice becoming evident.
As Alaric and Meadow prepare for their confrontation with Juniper, there’s a palpable tension in the air. When Juniper arrives, Alaric is struck by her resemblance to Meadow, yet he remains undeterred by her facade. The encounter is charged with Alaric’s simmering anger and Juniper’s desperate attempts to manipulate him into believing she has changed. The dynamics between the three characters create a suspenseful atmosphere, highlighting Alaric’s internal struggle as he balances his feelings for both sisters.
Juniper’s attempts to seduce Alaric only serve to infuriate him further, as he recognizes her deceit. Alaric’s interactions with her are laced with a mix of curiosity and caution, revealing his awareness of Meadow’s hidden presence. The tension escalates as Alaric confronts Juniper about her actions, leading to a moment of realization for both sisters. Meadow’s emergence from the shadows signifies her reclaiming her power, while Juniper’s shock at being exposed underscores the stakes of their confrontation.
Ultimately, the chapter culminates in a dramatic reveal, with Meadow confronting Juniper directly. This moment encapsulates Meadow’s growth and the complex web of emotions that bind the characters together. The chapter ends with a sense of impending conflict, as the stage is set for the sisters’ long-standing rivalry to reach a boiling point. Alaric’s role as a mediator and protector becomes increasingly significant, hinting at the emotional turmoil that lies ahead for all three characters.
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**Fallen 172**
**CHAPTER 0172**
**Alaric’s POV:**
From the very beginning, I had always sensed that Meadow possessed a certain wildness within her. Yet, this moment marked a rare occasion where she was eager to unveil that side of herself—her fierce, unyielding spirit that refused to tolerate any mistreatment, especially from someone like Juniper.
The wicked grin that danced across her lips was intoxicating as she laid out her desire for me. She wanted me to open the door and act as if Juniper was her.
“I want to watch her break,” she declared, her voice dripping with a mix of excitement and vengeance.
A rush of heat surged through me, and my body responded instinctively.
I gently cupped her cheek, feeling the warmth radiate from her skin. “You want to play?” I asked, my voice low and inviting.
“No,” she replied softly, shaking her head with determination. “I want revenge. I want her to feel that flicker of hope, to believe she’s triumphed, and then… I want to crush her.”
Her striking eyes blazed with intensity as she spoke, her jaw tightening in a way that told me just how serious she was.
Meadow had transformed significantly over time. At first, the thought of revenge against her sister had never crossed her mind. But it was painfully clear now that she had reached her limit. Juniper, with her relentless cruelty, was determined to siphon every last ounce of joy from Meadow’s life.
And that? That was simply unacceptable. Not on my watch.
And judging by the fire in Meadow’s eyes, it was clear that she felt the same way.
“Anything for you,” I whispered, my voice filled with resolve.
In less than two minutes, we found ourselves downstairs. Meadow tucked herself away in a shadowy corner, her presence barely detectable as I swung the door open.
As soon as my gaze locked onto Juniper’s, I understood the reason behind Meadow’s fear of me mistaking her sister for her.
Juniper bore an uncanny resemblance to Meadow, especially at that moment, with her attire mirroring Meadow’s and her anxious mannerisms reflecting her sister’s. But I wasn’t deceived. Even if Meadow hadn’t been lurking just out of sight, I would have seen through the facade.
It was all in the eyes—and no, I wasn’t talking about the color.
“Alaric…” she began softly, her voice a honeyed whisper. “Hey.”
The way she uttered my name ignited a flicker of anger within me, but I was adept at maintaining a stoic expression, expertly masking the irritation brewing just beneath the surface.
“Meadow?” I feigned surprise, arching an eyebrow. “You’re… here.”
Juniper’s shoulders sagged in visible relief, a sight that nearly made me laugh. She genuinely believed this little act would work. She thought I would mistake her for my girl.
“Yeah, I… I need to talk to you. I just…” she hesitated, her gaze dropping as a sigh escaped her lips.
The simmering anger within me intensified. She was surprisingly good at mimicking her sister, and that infuriated me more than anything else in this situation.
Juniper stepped closer, her eyes locking onto mine once again. “I need you.” She reached out, but I instinctively stepped back, my jaw clenching in response.
“You hurt me, Meadow,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “And now you show up here in the dead of night because you suddenly need me?”
It was a blatant lie, of course. If anyone had hurt Meadow, it was me, and I was already in the process of mending that rift. But I wanted to see how Juniper would react.
As anticipated, she fell right into my trap.
“I-I know. I know, and I’m sorry, Alaric. I truly am.” Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I despise myself for it, but I thought… if I came here, you would understand.”
I could have slammed the door in her face right then and there. I could practically hear Meadow rolling her eyes from her hidden spot. Juniper smiled softly, leaning in as she began to unbutton her jacket.
“What are you doing?” I murmured, a mixture of curiosity and caution in my tone.
She let out a nervous laugh, her confidence wavering. “What do you think I’m doing? I’m trying to make it up to you. I… I want us to be good, Alaric. I don’t want to fight anymore.”
A smirk crept onto my lips as I let my gaze trail down her body, deliberately making her think she had successfully lured me in.
Juniper held her breath, and I could feel the thrill of having her right where I wanted her.
Where Meadow wanted her.
I stepped aside, granting her entrance into my home, carefully shutting the door behind her.
“You do realize you could’ve just used the code, right?” I said casually.
Juniper froze momentarily, but quickly regained her composure. “I was just trying to be considerate, Alaric. I wasn’t sure how you’d react to me just barging in.”
I raised an eyebrow at her. She was clever; I’d give her that.
With a swift motion, she popped another button open.
“Turn around for me,” I instructed, my voice dropping to a low, smooth tone.
Juniper blinked, caught off guard. “What?”
“Turn.” I emphasized, ensuring my voice was both commanding and seductive. “I want to get a good look at you.”
Her face lit up instantly, convinced she had claimed victory, and she slowly pivoted, presenting her back to me as if she were on a runway.
As she began to shrug off her jacket, I clicked my tongue, halting her movement. “Not yet. I want to do it myself.”
I stepped forward, closing the distance until I was right behind her, close enough that I could feel her shiver. I reached for her hair, pushing it aside so it fell over one shoulder, my gaze fixated on the area behind her left ear. I knew exactly what I was searching for, and deep down, I already understood I wouldn’t find it.
Meadow had a faint scar behind her ear—a mark so subtle that I was certain even she had forgotten its origin. But I knew it was there. Because I knew my woman.
“Something’s… off,” I muttered, loud enough for both her and Meadow to hear.
Juniper’s body went rigid. “W-what do you mean?”
I leaned in closer, my lips grazing her ear. “Your hair.”
“My… my hair?” She stammered, confusion etched across her face. “Alaric, what are you talking ab—”
“Call me crazy, but I could’ve sworn Camilla mentioned she gave you a haircut.”
Juniper swallowed hard, her expression faltering. “Oh… yeah, I mean she wanted to, but I just…”
She had no clue who Camilla was.
“Why are we even discussing this?” she asked, a hint of desperation creeping into her voice. “I told you I-I need you.” She reached for me again, her intentions clear.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of Meadow stepping out from her hiding place, arms crossed defiantly as she shot daggers into her sister’s back.
“Touching me is a mistake you may never recover from,” I warned, lowering my voice to a dangerous whisper. Her hand hovered just above my chest. “So I suggest you tread lightly… Juniper.”
Juniper’s eyes widened in shock, and with a gasp, she stumbled back. “What?” she whispered, disbelief flooding her voice. “Alaric, why would you—”
“God,” Meadow groaned from her position, and my gaze shifted to her as she rolled her eyes dramatically. “Do I really sound like that? Pathetic?”
I witnessed the exact moment all the color drained from Juniper’s face. Her eyes widened as she glanced at me, then quickly turned to face Meadow.
Meadow wiggled her fingers in a half-hearted wave. “Hey sis.”
Conclusion
In this moment of confrontation, the emotional tides shifted dramatically, revealing the depth of Meadow’s transformation. Once a victim of Juniper’s cruelty, she now stood resolute, ready to reclaim her power. The thrill of revenge coursed through her veins, igniting a fire that had long been extinguished by her sister’s relentless torment. Alaric, standing by her side, was a steadfast ally, amplifying her strength and reinforcing the bond they shared. Together, they were no longer mere victims of Juniper’s manipulation; they had become the architects of their own fate, ready to dismantle the façade that had caused so much pain.
As the tension in the room escalated, the dynamics between the three of them shifted irrevocably. Juniper’s confident façade crumbled under the weight of Meadow’s defiance and Alaric’s unwavering support. The realization that her sister had found her voice—and her strength—was a bitter pill for Juniper to swallow. In this pivotal moment, Meadow’s wild spirit emerged fully, casting aside the shadows of her past. No longer defined by her sister’s cruelty, she was ready to embrace her own identity, reclaiming the joy that had been stolen from her. The stage was set for a reckoning, and as the three of them stood in that charged atmosphere, it was clear that the battle for their lives—both emotional and psychological—had only just begun.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
In the upcoming chapter, readers can expect the tension to reach a boiling point as the confrontation between Meadow and Juniper escalates. With Alaric caught in the middle, the stakes are higher than ever. Will Meadow finally unleash the full extent of her pent-up fury, or will Juniper’s desperate attempts to manipulate the situation create an even deeper rift between the sisters? The dynamic between the three characters promises to shift dramatically, revealing hidden truths and buried emotions that could change everything.
As the confrontation unfolds, the atmosphere will be charged with suspense and uncertainty. Alaric’s protective instincts will clash with his desire to see Meadow reclaim her power, leading him to make choices that could have unforeseen consequences. Readers will be on the edge of their seats, wondering if Meadow will finally take a stand against her sister or if Juniper’s cunning will prove too formidable. With each passing moment, the tension will thicken, setting the stage for a showdown that could alter the course of their intertwined lives forever. Prepare for shocking revelations and heart-stopping twists as the battle for control and loyalty intensifies in the next chapter!
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.
