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Meadow’s POV:

My hand inched toward the strings slowly. I hated that I was doing this. But even more, I hated the way he was looking at me right now.

Like he wanted to eat me up. Or maybe strangle me.

The rough hand on my jaw reached down toward my breasts, and Alaric cupped it gently, rolling my nipple with his thumb. I bit down hard on my bottom lip, swallowing the moan that threatened to come

out.

I couldn’t let him know that I was enjoying this too much.

Although it looked as if he already knew.

My chest rose and fell in shallow breaths. “You’re disgusting,” I spat.

“And you’re stalling,” he said, eyes glinting dangerously. “Don’t make me decide for you, baby. You won’t like how thorough I can be.” He paused. “Or maybe you’d like it too much.”

“You called me a slut for opening my legs to you, Alaric,” I said, recalling the night before he left for Vegas. “Why should I do that now?”

Alaric’s smirk didn’t falter, but his jaw ticked. “I didn’t call you a slut that night because you opened your legs for me, Meadow. I called you a slut because I wanted to hurt you.”

For a moment, I was taken aback by his response. I wasn’t expecting him to be honest about it. I thought

he would ignore it like everything else.

“And it worked, didn’t it?” he finished softly, cupping my face again.

My throat tightened.

His eyes narrowed, the smirk turning into something colder. “And now you’re here, wet. Shaking. Pretending that one word is enough for you to keep your thighs shut.” He tilted his head, eyes raking over me as he parted my bottom lip with his thumb. “But it’s not. You’ll still do it, because you want me more than you want to win this little argument.”

A gasp escaped my throat, and before I realized what was going on, he pulled on the strings of my bikini bottom. The smirk appeared again as he moved away from me, swimming toward the edge of the pool

while I watched it float.

I was completely naked now. Shivering, not because of the cold, but because I realized that he was right.

As much as I wanted to fight him, as much as I wanted to hate him for spying on me, I wanted to do as he

said.

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I wanted to touch myself in this pool in front of Alaric.

Alaric pulled himself up, so now he was sitting on the edge of the pool. And then he took his shirt off, and

my breath caught. Casually, he tossed it aside, his gaze shifting to me again. And he arched a brow.

“What are you waiting for?” he asked smoothly.

I drew in a breath so deep it made my ribs ache. My chest felt tight from how carefully he was watching

me, his forearms resting against his knees

Oh my god.

I was going to finger myself in front of Alaric.

My jaw clenched and I swallowed, taking another deep breath. “I’ve been in this water too long. My body’s

probably already wrinkly.”

He smirked wider. “Better get to it then.”

I scowled at him, rolling my eyes. And after a full minute of stalling and flapping my arms gently, I let myself tip backward, kicking my legs lightly to stay afloat. The water cradled me until I was floating. Naked. In the pool. In front of Alaric.

My core throbbed at the thought of him doing things to me inside this pool. Touching me, holding me like

he did…

I wanted more of that.

I missed it.

And maybe I needed to show him just how much I did, and how wrong he was for leaving me.

I was going to show him what he missed.

I peered up at Alaric through my wet lashes. He scraped his teeth over his bottom lip, eyes raking down my body.

“Fucking sexy,” he murmured. I almost didn’t hear him because of how low his voice was.

My head was spinning, my clit pulsating. I slid my hand down my body, pausing at my breasts to fondle my nipples for a little moment. I bit down on my bottom lip, and then my hand moved downward.

“What do you usually imagine me doing to you, Meadow?”

I swallowed. “Touching me.”

“Just touching you?” he teased.

“No… just… other things–you know what I’m talking about,” I snapped, frustrated.

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Alaric’s mouth curved. “I want to hear you say it. Every filthy thing you think about whenever you touch yourself.”

My face heated and a sigh escaped my lips. “How about I just show you instead?” My voice was a murmur, and I shut my eyes, finally giving in to the pleasure. Accepting the fact that there was no escape from this.

My fingers barely brushed over my belly before slipping between my thighs. The first stroke against my clit made my breath stutter.

I looked over at Alaric to see that his eyes had darkened. “That’s it, baby.”

Just the damn image of Alaric drained my brain of all rational reasoning. I imagined him taking off the rest of his clothing–his pants and briefs–to join me in the water. I imagined the muscles in his back flexing and contracing as he swam to me, reaching me in a few quick strokes.

My fingers circled slowly around my nub, and I whimpered, feeling hot and cold at the same time. I could feel Alaric’s eyes boring into me and all I wanted was for him to replace my fingers with his rough, thick

ones.

“Faster,” Alaric ordered, voice low but loud enough to get through the fog in my head. Doing this alone was a peaceful event. But doing it with the object of my fantasies watching?

I could barely stay afloat.

I obeyed, my hips jerking in the water as my fingers stroked my clit harder. The water and the wetness from my core mixed together made the perfect lubricant. My mouth parted and I turned to him again, keeping my gaze locked on his as I slipped my middle finger into my hole.

A loud moan escaped me. “Alaric…”

Heat spread throughout my entire body and his eyes gleamed wickedly.

“Tell me what you’re thinking about. Right now.”

My cheeks burned. “You,” I breathed without hesitation.

He leaned forward. “Doing what?”

I swallowed hard, the words tasting heavy even before I said them out loud. “Holding me under. Making you take me until… until I can’t breathe.”

Alaric’s jaw tightened, his eyes flashing with a hunger I couldn’t comprehend. “Careful, Meadow,” he warned. “Say things like that and I could make them come true faster than you can blink.”

Two of my fingers were inside me now, and the heel of my palm ground against my clit as my other hand reached for my nipples, pinching and twisting. My body pulsed with an electric–like current and I knew

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my orgasm was close. So close.

“That doesn’t sound like a warning, Alaric,” I moaned, feeling the pressure build higher and higher. “I want you to take me. And I hate you for thinking that I’m not ready for you when all I’ve been since I met you is… ready. I want you to show me how intense things can get. I want you to stop holding back on me.”

I watched him through half–closed eyes. His expression was indifferent, and I couldn’t decide whether it was bordering on his usual coldness or… desire.

I just couldn’t read him. He didn’t say a word.

My body tingled and vibrated as the water rippled around me. And one more glance at Alaric and I came hard, eyes shut tight, gasping for breath as my orgasm washed over me, flooding my entire body.

It took a moment to gather myself, and when I finally did, I opened my eyes, wondering what Alaric would say to me. What he would think about this.

And my heart dropped into my stomach.

He wasn’t there anymore.

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.