The Day He Forgot He Hated Me by Evangeline Marrow 5

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I managed to calm down by telling myself that once I was done with college, I didn’t care what anyone said. I was leaving this pack. I was getting out of here as soon as possible. So I managed to get up to keep studying and trying to keep my head on my school work when I heard a bit of noise coming down the street until it finally reached my house and all that noise was coming from my family. Spencer was still celebrating his promotion to being the Beta when the Alpha retires and Asher takes over the pack. I only have a lamp in my room, not my light, and I was just hoping and praying to the moon goddess that they were going to ignore me because they were in a good mood. But I knew that was too good to be true. I tried to stay as quiet as possible but it wasn’t long before my bedroom door slammed open, causing me to jump in the seat where I was sitting. I jumped to my feet and Spencer was standing in the doorway with the light from the hallway behind him. He was swaying a little on his feet with an open beer bottle in his hand and danger in his eyes. I’d seen that look before and I never liked what came after it. He was obviously still celebrating but the stare that he was giving me as he took another swig from the bottle was giving me not butterflies in my stomach, they were f*****g hornets. Mom and dad stumbled up the stairs and slowly walked down the hallway behind where Spencer was. They looked into my room and saw me frozen in the middle of my bedroom before my mother kept walking on to their bedroom. “Have fun son. You deserve it.” Dad said, patting him on the back before he continued on to his bedroom. Spencer took a couple of long calculated steps into my bedroom and slowly closed the door behind him. I looked around me but there wasn’t anything in my room that was good enough to defend myself with right now. I looked back at the window and it was a two floor drop to the ground, but I knew that I would survive it. Even if I dive through the window while it’s closed. It was almost as if Spencer could read my mind as he rushed to where I was standing and grabbed me by both of my arms and he stared straight into my eyes. I saw nothing there but hatred towards me before he threw me on my back on my bed. He stumbles towards me and he throws the bottle on my hard wood floor, letting it smash and the rest of the beer spilling everywhere on my floor. He reached my bed where I wouldn’t be able to make it off the bed and get to my door because the bottom of my bed had a large frame on it. He would catch me before I got over it. Drunk or not, werewolves are still really fast. I see him reach down to his pants and start trying to undo his belt as I lean up on my elbows. I was looking around for any possible way to escape this nightmare, but he saw me trying to figure out how to get out of this. So he lunged on top of me and pinned my arms to the bed while he was still staring me in the eyes. He lowered his head in the crook of my neck, sniffing my scent and I could feel him getting hard as he was laying on top of me. His weight was really heavy and I felt like I couldn’t move and I was having trouble breathing as he was leaning on my chest as well. He wasn’t trying to be gentle, but I never would have expected him to. I started trying to get my hands free from his grasp but he held my arms in one of his hands before he reached down and he continued trying to undo his pants. I started struggling a lot more and he used his free hand that was undoing his pants to punch me across the face, causing my lip to split and he kept trying to get his jeans off. He managed to kick his jeans off and he was only wearing shorts under them and he spread his legs wider for a moment, but I knew that was going to be my only chance. I brought my knee up as hard as I could and I kneed him in the groin. He froze for a moment and let out a moan in pain as I pushed him off of me and he rolled onto the bed as I jumped to my feet. I stood on the broken glass on the floor but that didn’t stop me from running to my door. I slammed it open and I started running down the stairs as I heard Spencer start yelling and swearing at me and calling me all sorts of names. I then heard my parents come out of their bedroom and they came after me as well. But once I reached the front door I tried to open it but the lock was locked with a key. The same key that my parents kept with them in their room. So I ran to the living room, which was right next to the front door and I ran over to the window. It was also locked and I could hear them getting closer and closer to me. Barrelling down the stairs so I did the only thing I could think of at that moment. I punched my fist through the window, cutting up my hand pretty good and I cleared away the glass and climbed out the window, cutting my feet even more and my legs and torso as I climbed out. I jumped over the bannister of the patio, landing on my ass. I got up and started running down the street until I reached the forest. Not paying attention to any neighbors or seeing if they had noticed the commotion or not. It was late, so hopefully I had already run past their house before they saw anything. I didn’t need the town talking about this. I didn’t want people to find out the truth about what really happens at my house. It was something that I had always swore I would take to the grave. I could still hear my parents and Spencer yelling from the house, which wasn’t keeping a low profile and definitely would have gotten some attention, but I kept running without looking back. My heart felt like it was in my throat and my vision was getting a little blurry. I had to try and shake it off. I couldn’t afford to have a panic attack right now. I needed to keep running and get as far away from them as possible. I didn’t know what was going to happen when I got home, but I knew it wasn’t going to be good. But right now, I had to get away from Spencer and not let him rape me again. I turned back while I was running to see if any of them were chasing me but I ended up running into something hard. But instead of falling backwards onto the ground, I felt an arm reach around and stop me from falling. So I turned back to look and Asher was standing in front of me, holding me close to his body as he was the one that stopped me from falling to the ground. “We meet again…my precious mate. I was starting to think you were avoiding me.” He growled out, his eyes black, looking at me with nothing but disdain. “Asher.” I said, practically out of breath.

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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The Day He Forgot He Hated Me by Evangeline Marrow

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Status: Ongoing Type: Billionaire, Fiction Author: Evangeline Marrow Artist: Evangeline Marrow Released: 5/25/2024 Native Language: English

Author Name: (Evangeline Marrow)
A passionate storyteller who loves weaving emotional, character-driven paranormal romances. Specializing in strong heroines who rise through pain and adversity, and complicated love stories that challenge fate. Their writing blends intense emotion, deep character growth, and addictive supernatural elements that keep readers hooked page after page.

SUMMARY (~1000 Words in English)

Trinity was born into a werewolf pack where things seem perfect on the outside—strong leadership, pack unity, and loyalty. But Trinity knows better than anyone that the image doesn’t match reality. In this pack, if your family is respected and the Alpha favors you, life is comfortable. But some people learn how to manipulate, to hide their cruelty behind obedience, and Trinity’s own family happens to be experts at that.

After graduating high school, Trinity receives a full scholarship to a nearby college that accepts both humans and werewolves. For most wolves, that is a dream opportunity. But her parents refuse to let her leave the pack territory. They tell her she must remain at home, and Trinity has learned never to question their decisions. Disobedience is met with consequences—painful consequences.

She turned eighteen a few months ago, which technically makes her a legal adult allowed to live her life how she chooses. But Trinity knows her parents would involve the Alpha to block her from leaving, and she has no choice but to stay. The only thing she has independence in is her part-time job as a tutor at the local high school. She genuinely enjoys helping struggling kids—especially werewolf children who often have trouble focusing. The job pays, it gives her purpose, and it’s the one part of her life she feels proud of.

Trinity’s two closest friends are Gage and Arlo, twin brothers who happen to be the younger sons of the Alpha and Luna. She grew up with them, laughed with them, survived with them. They are her safe place—her reminder that not everyone in this pack is cruel. To everyone else, their friendship seems unusual: pack princes spending all their time with a girl outside the Alpha’s family line. People assume the relationship must be romantic. But the bond between Trinity, Gage, and Arlo is deeper than romance—they are family by choice.

One afternoon, after Trinity finishes tutoring, she meets the twins and they go out together like they always do—joking, teasing, and laughing at a local diner. The twins mention that they don’t want to be home tomorrow because someone important is returning. That person is Asher, their older brother—the future Alpha.

The moment Trinity hears his name, panic strikes her. Her heart races, her breathing tightens, but she hides it expertly. Asher’s return is something she has been dreading. There is a painful history between them—one that changed both their lives forever. Trinity knows Asher wouldn’t want to see her either, but she still fears what will happen when their paths cross again. His return means her carefully built emotional walls may crumble.

After spending the afternoon with the twins, Trinity returns home. But home isn’t safety. Home is punishment.

Her family is waiting.

Her father, mother, and older brother Spencer stand like judges preparing for a sentence Trinity has already memorized. She tries to turn away, but she knows resistance only makes things worse. They force her into the basement—the same basement where they punish her for something that happened years ago. Something they believe is entirely Trinity’s fault. Something she still insists was an accident.

They chain her arms overhead with silver restraints, burning her skin. Her mother selects a leather whip soaked in wolfsbane—ensuring that wounds heal slowly and painfully. The whip cracks across Trinity’s skin again and again. Blood forms. Pain radiates. But Trinity doesn’t scream. She refuses to give them the satisfaction.

When her mother grows tired, her brother Spencer steps forward wearing brass knuckles. He strikes her stomach repeatedly, anger controlling his fists. When he accidentally hits her face, their father lightly scolds him—not because of the pain inflicted, but because bruises on her face would raise suspicion at school.

Their cruelty is routine. Their words cut as sharply as the whip—accusing her of destroying their family, of being a burden, of being unwanted. Trinity has heard it all before. She has learned to respond not with tears, but with silence and defiance.

When they finally release her, Trinity cleans and dresses herself alone. Her body aches, her ribs feel possibly broken, burns mark her wrists, and bruises stain her skin. But she moves quietly through the world the next day—smiling when needed, talking to people, blending in. She has done it hundreds of times.

But the one thing she cannot ignore is the voice that wakes her through a mind link the next morning.

Asher.

His voice is steady, familiar, and filled with emotion she doesn’t want to face. Trinity shuts him out. Even her wolf, Lily, urges her to speak to him, arguing that Trinity hurt him too. But Trinity insists she did it for his sake. She had reasons—reasons no one knows.

After her long day at college, Trinity stops at a diner before returning home. There, two girls from high school—Ingrid and Rose—approach her. They always believed she was the reason the twins never paid attention to them. Jealousy taints their words. Trinity stays calm but firm. There’s nothing romantic between her and the twins—but if they used her name as an excuse to avoid shallow relationships, that’s not Trinity’s fault.

Trinity leaves the conversation with the same quiet strength she practices every day.

She survives.

Even when it hurts.

Even when she’s alone.

But Asher is back now.

And the past she tried to bury is coming with him.