The Day He Forgot He Hated Me by Evangeline Marrow 38

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He wrapped his arms around me, pressing me flush against his chest.

Asher started kissing down my neck and along my shoulder as I started kissing down his chest and feeling his perfectly chiselled body under my hands.

Asher grabbed just under my ass cheeks and lifted me off the ground, and I wrapped my legs around his

waist and my arms around his neck.

He pushed me against the wall of the shower and I felt his erect throbbing c**k rubbing against my thigh.

I started slightly moving and grinding up and down on Asher, making him moan. He started kissing my neck as I rested my head back against the wall before he looked at me again and I could see his eyes changing color. His wolf was trying to take control, but Asher would take control back.

He looked at me full of lust and hunger before he reached down between us and he adjusted his c**k

between us before slowly pushing it inside of me.

I moaned loudly as he stilled while letting me get used to him inside of me.

I started slowly moving up and down on him with my arms on his shoulders, using them as leverage.

Asher stood there, still, letting me set the pace. Letting me move on him as he reached one of his hands around to the front of me and he started feeling my body all over until he stopped at my breast and leaned

down to start sucking on it.

He brought his face back up to mine where he started kissing me again and I started moving faster and faster along his long shaft.

Asher started moving me up and down so I would move the whole way up his c**k to the tip, where it

almost came out but then I slid back down on it. Causing Asher to moan even louder.

He rested his head in the crook of my neck and let out a slight growl, a shiver running down my spine.

I could feel myself start to tighten around him and at the same time I felt Asher’s movements becoming a

little erratic.

We both found our release at the same time, he still had his head buried in my neck and I gripped his back, digging my fingernails into him.

When Asher finally put me down, my legs were feeling a little weak as he grabbed the soap and we washed ourselves again before we got out of the shower.

Asher grabbed the only towel that was on the vanity and he wrapped it around my back but he used it to pull me closer to him so he could kiss me again.

I was trapped in the towel, wrapped up with the warmth of his chest, so I wasn’t arguing.

But we started moving to the bedroom like that and I started laughing.

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Asher took the towel off of me and I tried to grab it off of him but he wouldn’t let me. He kept holding it up and throwing it around so I couldn’t grab it and keep drying myself.

When I jumped up to try and grab it, Asher grabbed me around the waist and held me off the ground with one arm while he started kissing me again and he started licking and nipping my neck.

He threw the towel behind us on the bed but he pushed me backwards until my back hit the wall.

He licked over my marking spot which made me start moaning again, but I tried to control it before our

wolves got stirred up again.

But that’s when I realized that it was already too late.

Asher put me on my feet and he turned me around to face his desk and I grabbed onto the top of it as he bent me over and he started kissing down my back.

He gave me goosebumps and a shiver down my spine as he was doing it, making him chuckle.

He stood up straight behind me and twisted his hand in my hair, not tightly, but tight enough.

I felt his already erect c**k line up at my entrance and he thrust it inside without any mercy. Making me

grab onto the desk even tighter.

He started pumping into me faster and harder than he had before, being rougher than he had been with me before, but I was urging him to keep going.

I was pushing back against him at the same time as he was thrusting into me, making him growl in

pleasure.

He soon used his arms to lift me up from the desk so I was standing right in front of him, but he was still

inside me from behind.

He pulled out of me, making me whimper slightly, but he pulled me towards the bed and he sat down on the edge and pulled me over to sit on him and start straddling him.

As soon as I was on his lap his c**k slipped back into me with such ease, it felt like it belonged there.

I started moving up and down on him making him moan and growl at the same time, the sounds only

being muffled by my kisses.

It wasn’t long before I saw his face change and his canines had protruded from his gums.

His wolf was telling him to mark me. But he didn’t say anything.

“Do it.” I said.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

“Positive.” I said.

But he looked at me for a moment and Sasha quickly pushed my canines out.

Just as Asher bit into my neck, I felt the pain that was quickly replaced by pleasure as I also bit into

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Asher’s neck. In the same spot as where he bit me.

I felt both of us climax at the same time, again.

When I pulled my teeth out of his neck I licked the mark to seal it as he did the same thing to my neck.

Asher then cupped the side of my face and he leaned forward and kissed me really gently.

“I love you.” He said, breathlessly.

“I love you too.” I said.

He managed to pull himself up onto his bed while I was still on his lap and when we got to the pillows I climbed off and I laid next to him as he pulled the covers up over us.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting that,” I said, still breathless as I sank deeper into the pillow. My skin was warm,

slick with the lingering heat of the night, and my voice came out softer than I meant it to.

“Really?” he asked, tilting his head toward me, a sly grin tugging at his lips. “You weren’t expecting to have s*x in my room?” His tone was teasing, but there was curiosity there too.

“Oh no,” I answered quickly, a lazy smile spreading across my face as I rolled onto my side to look at him.

“I was expecting that. Just… not so many times.” My body still hummed with the memory of every touch,

every kiss, and my cheeks burned with a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction.

He chuckled, low and warm, the sound vibrating in his chest before spilling into the quiet air. “Well, I guess

we were both a little excited tonight.” He reached out and brushed his fingers over my arm, tracing idle

patterns against my skin like he wasn’t ready to stop touching me just yet.

“I am so f*****g glad these bedrooms are soundproof,” I muttered, half–laughing, half–serious as the thought hit me. The image of anyone hearing us made me wince.

“Yeah. Me too,” he said with a grin, his eyes sparkling mischievously as he propped himself up on an

elbow. “That would be awkward in the morning.” His hand found mine, and he gave it a gentle squeeze,

like even after all that, he wanted to hold onto me for a little longer.

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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.