Fallen 6

Fallen 6 Summary

 

Meadow wakes up in a luxurious, unfamiliar suite, disoriented and in pain after a vivid, intense dream about Alaric that felt almost real. She notices a diamond ring on her finger, confirming that something significant happened between them. As she tries to piece together the events of the previous night, she recalls asking Alaric to take her virginity, though she is unsure if it truly occurred or was just part of her dream.

 

Her confusion deepens when Alaric appears, towel around his waist, looking confident and unfazed by her presence. Meadow feels exposed and embarrassed in her minimal clothing, quickly covering herself with a duvet. Alaric’s casual demeanor and his refusal to confirm any intimate encounter leave her feeling vulnerable and uncertain. He insists she was too drunk to remember clearly and tells her they will discuss what happens next after she eats and takes aspirin.

 

The tension escalates when Alaric reveals that they are married, pointing to the ring on her finger as proof. Meadow is shocked and panicked by this revelation, trying to distance herself from him, but Alaric insists he cannot stay away because she is now his wife. The chapter closes with Meadow grappling with the overwhelming reality of their unexpected marriage and the complex emotions it stirs within her.

CHAPTER 0006

Meadow’s Perspective:

“Oh my God,” I gasped, my back arching uncontrollably as Alaric thrust into me relentlessly, deep and unyielding. His hands gripped my thighs firmly, pulling me wider apart as if I belonged to him completely—like he always had. The intensity of his movements pressed me into the mattress, and I felt utterly consumed by him.

Breathing became impossible. My thoughts scattered into nothingness.

All I could sense was the fullness of him inside me, stretching me beyond my limits. His name slipped from my lips, a desperate, whispered prayer. The sharp sound of his skin slapping against mine echoed in my ears, and my body clenched tightly around him, craving more.

Because I did want more.

“Alaric,” I whimpered softly, chasing an unfamiliar feeling that stirred deep within me.

Was this what it meant—to be taken, owned, and shattered all at once?

Then his eyes locked with mine, and everything shifted in an instant.

I had expected to find fire in his gaze. Lust. Desire. Something. Anything.

But instead, I was met with a hollow emptiness as he continued to move inside me.

His voice was flat, void of emotion. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

My breath hitched sharply. “Wait—”

But his rhythm didn’t falter; if anything, it grew more forceful.

“This is what you begged for.”

“No,” I whispered, panic tightening its grip around my chest.

Suddenly, a sharp pain flashed through me. A gasp escaped my lips and my eyes snapped open.

Reality crashed down on me like a bucket of icy water.

I was in a room I didn’t recognize, lying on sheets that were soft and luxurious. And I was completely alone.

It had just been a dream. A vivid, intense dream.

But the wetness between my legs and the pulsing ache in my core made it feel dangerously close to real.

I shot upright too quickly and immediately regretted it. Pain exploded in my skull, and I slapped my left hand to my forehead.

I froze.

My eyes dropped to the hand covering my face.

To the finger.

To the diamond ring glittering on my ring finger as if it belonged there.

I blinked once. Twice. No, this couldn’t be happening.

“What the hell…” I whispered, trailing off as I yanked my hand away to stare at it in disbelief.

The ring sparkled brightly in the morning light filtering through the curtains, confirming that it wasn’t some hallucination or a side effect of my hangover.

It was real. And not just real—it had to be worth a fortune.

My heart pounded wildly against my ribs as I scrambled out of bed, eyes darting around the room in panic.

The space was sleek and modern, dominated by floor-to-ceiling windows on one side. The curtains were drawn just enough to let soft morning light spill in, casting gentle shadows across the room.

But it felt cold. Impersonal.

This was a suite. No doubt about it.

I groaned low in frustration, trying desperately to piece together the events of last night.

Alaric… He’d brought me here after I was drunk and broken, overwhelmed by heartbreak and need.

I had asked him to—

Oh God.

I had asked him to take my virginity.

And that dream… it had been so vivid. Had it really happened?

A sudden creak made me gasp, my stomach dropping as the bathroom door slowly opened.

And there he was.

Alaric Ashford.

A towel hung low on his hips, his dark hair still damp, droplets of water tracing down the sculpted planes of his tanned chest and over the intricate tattoos that adorned his skin.

He looked like he had stepped out of a magazine.

Or maybe a nightmare.

He paused when he saw me awake, but there was no surprise in his eyes.

His gaze swept over my body once, lingering on my upper half, and a slow, knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Feeling suddenly exposed, I looked down at what I was wearing for the first time—a bra and panties.

Heat flushed my cheeks as I scrambled for the heavy duvet, pulling it up to shield myself.

I didn’t know what embarrassed me more—the fact that I hadn’t realized how little I was wearing, or that I had dreamed of Alaric in such an intimate way.

If it really had been just a dream.

“Sleep okay?” His rough, deep voice sent a shiver down my spine as he reached for a black T-shirt hanging on the dresser.

He tossed it to me, and I caught it, dropping the duvet and quickly pulling it on. The shirt smelled exactly like the suit jacket he’d draped over me last night, and I fought the urge to breathe it in deeply.

“I-I…” I stammered. “D-did we—”

Alaric raised a brow, walking toward the bed while running a towel through his wet hair with his tattooed hand. His muscles flexed with the movement, and I couldn’t help but admire the work of art standing before me.

“No,” he said flatly. “You were drunk.”

I swallowed hard, words caught in my throat.

“Your brain must be fuzzy,” he continued, pulling on another black T-shirt that stretched over his broad chest. “Room service should be here any minute. You’ll eat something, take some aspirin, and only then will we discuss what comes next.”

His hand moved to the towel around his waist, and he raised an eyebrow at me, silently warning that he was about to drop it—and he didn’t care if I was watching.

I looked away quickly just as he ripped the towel off, and he chuckled darkly.

“Next… what do you mean next step?” I asked, my voice trembling.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed the ring, but we’re married, Meadow.”

My heart froze in my chest, my body stiffening.

By the time I turned back to look at him, he was wearing a pair of grey pants that did nothing to hide how well-endowed he was.

The weight of the ring on my finger finally started to make sense.

Alaric took a few steps toward me, and I gasped, stumbling backward a few steps of my own.

His lips twitched with amusement at my fear and confusion.

“Stay away from me,” I breathed, panic rising as I clutched my chest.

Alaric’s jaw twitched as he studied me. “I’m afraid I can’t, Meadow,” he said, closing the distance between us.

“You’re my wife now.”