The Day He Forgot He Hated Me by Evangeline Marrow 34

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CHAPTER 34

By the time we got back to my house I was feeling really nervous but I held Asher’s hand as we walked into the house and we headed straight up to my bedroom.

When we walked inside Asher closed the door and I walked over to the desk and I put my things on the top of it.

I could sense Asher behind me, studying me. I know that he was confused why I was so quiet on the ride home after such a perfect date.

“Do you think you could unzip me?” I asked, still with my back to him.

I felt him walk up behind me slowly before gently grabbing the top of the zip at the back of my dress and he started pulling it down, sparks erupting throughout my skin wherever his fingers touched me.

I let the dress drop from my shoulders and I was wearing some of the white lace lingerie that I had bought earlier in the day.

I heard Asher’s breath hitch as I turned around to look at him and his eyes were wandering up and downTS my body.

His eyes were changing color as his wolf was coming forward, trying to fight for control, but Asher was always able to push him back.

I slowly reached out to grab Asher’s button down shirt and I pulled him closer towards me.

I felt his breath fanning across my face as I leaned up and I gently pulled him towards me until our lips

met.

I still had a hold of his shirt as I found my way to the top button and I started undoing it, working my way down to the next and then the neck.

I pulled his shirt out of his pants and I pushed it down over his shoulders so I fell from his perfectly chiselled God like body that took me a second to admire.

I leaned back up and looked at Asher, before pressing my lips to him again.

Asher wrapped his arms around my waist while my hands were placed on his chest as he turned me

around and started walking me back slowly.

I could already feel his excitement through his pants and he laid me gently down on the bed before he laid

over me, still kissing me. His hands roaming my body, exploring every curve.

“Trinny…” Asher said, stopping a little breathlessly.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, concerned.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” He asked.

“Yeah. I’m sure.” I said.

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So he leaned down again to start kissing me. A little harder this time. More passionately. More intensely.

Every brush of fabric below me made me hyperaware of how exposed I was beneath him. His weight pressed into me as he leaned down, lips trailing over mine with a slow, deliberate hunger. The warmth of his bare skin contrasted with the fabric he still wore, a reminder that the moment was suspended between restraint and surrender. His kiss deepened, teasing, promising more, and my breath hitched as his hand

traced over me, lingering, savoring the closeness.

Asher started pulling at the silk ribbons that were holding my white bodice together and it slowly started to come off, leaving me even more exposed.

Asher moved his hand down to remove the bodice and his hand slowly trailed back up my sides and my stomach before they stopped at my chest, feeling my breast and caressing it gently.

I reached down between us to start undoing his belt and then his pants.

I was able to push them down a little way before he kicked them off.

Asher pushed me up to the top of the bed so my head was on the pillow and he was trying to make sure that I was as comfortable as possible.

Asher moved his hand down lower towards my panties and he played with the hem of them for a moment before he started pulling them down and I kicked them off, discarding them by the side of the bed.

Asher laid over me, kissing me again. His tongue probed my lips to gain entrance which I gladly gave him.

Our tongues danced around each other as Asher positioned himself on top of me and I could feel his massive erection between my legs, pulsating and waiting for what it’s been wanting for a long time.

Asher pulled away and rested his head on my forehead to catch his breath but he stared into my eyes.

“I need you to tell me if you feel uncomfortable. At any time, if you want to stop, you tell me and I will stop. “Asher insisted.

“I will.” I said.

“Trinny. Promise me.” Asher said.

“I promise.” I said.

So he leaned down to kiss me again and he started kissing down my jawline to where my marking spot was, coaxing a moan out of me.

He was trying to distract me as his thick c**k found my entrance and I wrapped my arms around his neck, digging my fingernails into his back.

I was nervous, there was no denying that. Even he could tell that. But I knew that it was something that I would have to overcome at some point.

He lined himself right up at my entrance and I felt him start to push himself inside.

I tensed up slightly, making Asher stop, but I assured him that I was alright. I just needed him to take it

slow

He pressed himself in a little way before pulling out. But when he pushed in again, he would go a little

deeper.

It went like that until he was fully inside of me and he stilled while he was fully inside, letting me get used

to his size.

He slowly started moving in and out of me, being very careful to take it slow and making sure he wasrit making me uncomfortable.

I could feel that he was being really gentle with me, knowing my history.

I wanted something nice to happen. I needed to take away the bad memories and replace them with good ones. With someone who loved me. Who was never going to hurt me.

I wrapped my arms tighter around Asher’s back and I brought my legs up to wrap around his waist as well, making his large c**k go inside of me further.

Asher started moaning and he pulled back to stare me in the eye, to make sure that I was alright, before he buried his head into the crook of my neck.

I felt butterflies start to erupt throughout my stomach and my whole body felt like it was on fire.

Asher started moving a little faster as my hips started moving in sync with his.

“Oh fuck.” Asher moaned next to my ear.

I could tell that he was fighting his wolf for dominance and mine was purring in my head the whole time.

I felt myself getting more breathless as I was getting close to the edge of my orgasm.

“Don’t hold back baby. Just let it go.” Asher whispered in my ear.

And with that, I felt myself fall over the edge of my orgasm. My whole body spasmed in the aftermath as I felt Asher’s movements becoming more erratic until I felt his release come inside of me.

He jerked a couple of times before he stilled as his head was still in the crook of my neck.

When he pulled back up to look at me, he wiped my hair away from my face as his arms were resting on the pillows next to me.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

“Yeah, I’m alright.” I said.

“I didn’t hurt you at all?” He asked.

“You could never hurt me, Asher. You know that.” I said.

He slowly rolled off of me and laid on the bed next to me, but he pulled me closer to him and I rested my head on his chest.

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He drew circles on my back as I was listening to his heart beating in his chest.

The excitement and contentment that I could feel coming off of him was undeniable.

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I knew that he was worried about me, and how I was handling it. Worried that I was going to regret it. But I

just held him tighter, without saying anything. Letting him know that I wasn’t going to let him go.

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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.