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CHAPTER 0080 

Alaric’s POV: 

Watching Meadow in that pool fucking did it for me. 

The way her hair floated around her like she was a goddess, the way her body had jerked in tune to her fingers, the way she had looked over at me right as her orgasm was impending. 

The words she had said to me: ‘I want you to show me how intense things can get.‘ 

She wanted me to stop holding back on her and stop telling her she wasn’t ready. 

And I was going to grant her request. I walked out of that pool room in hopes that she would follow me angrily. And she did. But by the time she burst into my room, I already got what I needed. And my mind 

was made up. 

I was going to give her a chance to prove herself. 

“U–under your terms?” she stuttered, clearing her throat. Her face flushed, the streaks of blood on her 

cheek causing my cock to stir. 

Meadow was innocent, and this proved it. She didn’t deserve to have my blood tainting her, but something told me she wanted it. 

Craved it, even. 

My mouth curved as I tossed the bar onto the bed, bringing my hand back to her small waist while the other remained around the back of her neck, knuckles still bloodied. “You want me to take you in the tether room,” I murmured, nodding toward the door. “You’ve been dying to see it, haven’t you?” 

Her eyes widened. “Tether room? Is that what you call it?” 

My jaw ticked and I brought my hand down on her bare ass with a loud smack. Meadow yelped, but her eyelids fluttered and then she bit down on her bottom lip. 

My gaze dropped to her full breasts which were pushing against my chest, her nipples hard. 

Meadow was a fucking goddess. 

My hand on her neck slid into her hair and I tugged it back–not enough to hurt, but enough for her head to tilt back and expose her neck to me. I leaned in, pressing a kiss to the delicate skin. 

“When I ask you a question, you answer it, Meadow. You don’t ask one back.” 

“Yes,” she gasped softly, squirming under the feel of my lips. She reached for my forearms and my eyelids fell shut as I reveled in her touch. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get used to this. 

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Meadow touching me. 

“I want to see it,” she finished. 

I hummed, tracing my other hand up and down her spine, enjoying the way she arched into me, her nipples pressing against me even harder now. My cock twitched again, aching for her. 

Aching to be inside her. 

“Then you’re going to earn it,” I replied smoothly, pulling back to look into her eyes. I traced my hand up her sides, pausing to circle my thumb around her nipple before I reached for her bottom lip. 

They parted for me so easily, her own eyes falling to my mouth. Warmth spread throughout my body, and before I could think it twice, I crashed my mouth onto hers, slipping my tongue into her mouth almost immediately. 

Fuck. 

I had been dying to do that ever since I got back. 

Meadow kissed me back feverishly, her body shivering beneath my touch. I supposed she’d been dying to do that too. She moaned as I nibbled on her bottom lip, pulling it gently between my teeth. 

Meadow raised one thigh to my waist, opening herself to me, and I didn’t hesitate to slide my hand down to her pussy, running my middle finger through her folds. 

Her very wet folds. 

“Baby,” I breathed against her mouth. “You’re fucking dripping for me.” 

“Mm hm,” she moaned, leaning even more forward so she was pressing herself against me. My pants were still damp from the pool, probably cold against her skin, but she didn’t care. “I hated you being gone, Alaric,” she admitted as my lips moved down her jaw to her neck. “I missed you so much.” 

I froze for a second against her neck, my chest tightening. 

“I couldn’t fucking stand being away from you.” My voice was a murmur against her skin. 

She sighed almost dreamily, like she was relieved. “Then tell me,” she whispered. “What is it I have to do to earn your trust?” She reached for my hand, taking it between her thighs again. “What do I have to do for you to fuck me? I need you, Alaric. So much.” 

I slid my finger up and down her folds and she whimpered breathlessly. “I need you,” she repeated. 

That was my undoing. Something inside me snapped at the desperation that laced her voice. At the want 

the need I saw in her eyes. 

… 

I carried her into my arms and she wrapped both thighs around my waist instantly, moaning as my 

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mouth moved to her neck again. 

“I know,” I rasped, gently placing her onto the bed and capturing her lips with mine again. She was addictive. Her mouth, her body… everything about Meadow was so fucking addictive. 

She was my drug. 

“And I’m going to give you what you want,” I said when I pulled back. 

I brushed my thumb across her cheek, the blood already dry on her skin. 

“My terms are simple,” I said slowly and firmly, letting the words sink into her. “Tonight, you’re going to do exactly as I say. No hesitation. No questions.” 

Meadow’s eyes widened slightly, her chest rising and falling faster. Her lips were parted but she didn’t speak. 

“I’ll give you a safe word,” I continued, keeping my tone low. “One word that will end everything if you feel like it’s too much or just want me to stop. And I will, immediately. No exceptions.” 

She nodded, her eyes stirring with lust. 

I got off the bed, walking over to my desk and opening one of the drawers. Once I found what I was looking for, I turned to face her again. 

“If you get through tonight without using the safe word, then I will let you see the tether room. Because I’ll know you’re ready.” 

Meadow rose up to her elbows, her brows pulling together as her eyes zoned in on the items in my hand. Two small foam plugs and a folded strip of black silk. 

Earplugs and a blindfold. 

She swallowed. “And if I don’t?” 

I smirked, stepping toward her. “Then you will wait until I decide you’ve earned another chance. Could be days. Could be months.” 

A gasp escaped her lips. “But-” 

“Are you scared, baby?” 

“No,” she replied quickly. “I just… what are you going to do to me?” 

“It’s a sensory deprivation test,” I answered smoothly, picking up the spreader bar. “If you pass, I’ll show 

you the room tomorrow, or whenever you want. But if you use the safe word… I won’t. But don’t worry.” 

I lowered my voice, pulling her legs swiftly to the edge of the bed. Meadow let out a loud gasp. 

 

“Whatever the outcome is…” I continued, cuffing one ankle and reaching for the other. “…I’m still going to fuck you.” 

Fallen

Fallen

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Status: Ongoing Type: 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.

 

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