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The Day He Forgot He Hated Me by Evangeline Marrow 45

The Day He Forgot He Hated Me by Evangeline Marrow 45

CHAPTER 45 

Sitting on the floor of the damp and mouldy coal mine I could vaguely see the sun setting around the bend towards the door

I didn’t know what Spencer had planned for me. He hadn’t come to see me or any of these girls since he locked me up

He sent his minion in to scare me. But that’s nothing less than I expect from him

I looked around at the girls and they all looked scared to have me in here with them. I was sure that they thought I was going to get them killed

If I could just find some way to get out of these shackles then I might be able to find a way out of this mine

I knew that it would take a lot of convincing for them to come with me, and even then, they probably wouldn’t

I looked up at my wrists that were burning from the silver shackles, but because I had been fighting against them so much, there was now fresh blood running down my arms. Mixing with Asher’s dried blood that was still on me

I didn’t have time to worry about that. I was trying to pull Lily forward to help me, but I could only hear a faint whimpering in the back of my head. She couldn’t come forward. She was doing everything she could to fight against the silver, but it was too overpowering for her

I started shaking the chains again to see if they had any give in the wall, but they were stuck in pretty tightly. No matter how much I pulled on them or fought against them, they weren’t budging

I heard the shallow breathing coming from the other women. I knew that they were scared every time I yanked on the chains

They made a lot of noise and they didn’t want me to piss of the guards at the mine entrance

I could understand that. They’ve already been put through a huge ordeal being stuck in here. I mean, none of them can even remember how long they’ve been here for

But come to think of it, I haven’t seen my parents either. I haven’t heard their voices outside and I haven’t picked up on their scent outside when I was brought here

Do they even know what Spencer is up to

I could still hear his evil meniacle laugh echoing in my head. And not just from today. But 

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from the years of abuse that I suffered at the hands of him with my parents permission. They knew the whole time everything that he was doing to me, but now that I know I’m not their real daughter, him raping me took on a whole new meaning. The abortions that I had weren’t complete abominations like I thought they were

Don’t get me wrong, there’s no way in hell I would ever give birth to his baby, even if I did know that we weren’t blood related. But I thought they were created out of something a lot more sinister then what they actually were

I turned to look at Lila beside me. She was slumped down while standing. For some reason, all of their chains were attached to the wall a lot higher than mine were so they couldn’t sit down

But the look of hopelessness on her face and the resignation that she was never going to get out of here really pissed me off. It didn’t make me upset for them. It pissed me off

They can’t give up like this. They need to have hope

If I wasn’t taken in by Asher and his family then I would probably look just like them. If I didn’t think there was any hope of escaping my family, then I would look the same. I probably did for a long time. And that’s what scared me

Did I actually have that look on my face while I was living with them

Lila.I whispered

Shush. They’re listening.She whispered back

I know they are. You can’t give up. None of us can give up. Spencer can’t keep us here 

forever.I said

He already has.She said

Why did he take you? Did he just see you on the street and want you?I asked

No. My dad pissed him off.She said

Who’s your father?I asked

“Alpha Martin.She said

An Alpha. That makes sense.” I said

It does?She asked

Yeah. You’re here for a reason to. It’s to punish your father for pissing him off. What did Spencer want from your father?I asked

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I don’t know. I was never told anything about the Alpha deals that my father was making.” 

She said

Is he corrupt?I asked

No. Not that I know of. Why would you ask that?She asked

I just assumed that if he was dealing with Spencer then it definitely wouldn’t have been on the up and up.i said

He’s not corrupt.She said

Well, that’s why he pissed Spencer off. Spencer wanted your father to do something that he wouldn’t do. And you’re the one paying the price.I said. 

We all come from prominent families. All of us girls in here.” She said

How old are you?I asked

15.She said

Alright. Well, listen, I know your family has be looking for you.I said

I know they are. But they won’t find me here. And if they do, Master isn’t going to let me go unless my father agrees to his terms.She said

I know. He’ll try and get what he wants. But not if we get out of here first. You can save your pack.” I said

No. I can’t. I’m not strong like the rest of my family.She said

You have Alpha blood. You’re strong.I said

No. I’m not. I’m the youngest. I was always sick. I’m weak. That’s why I was the easiest to take.She said

As I was standing there talking to her, I started feeling like I was going to be sick

I looked away from her for a minute and I started leaning over, coughing like I was going to throw up

I then let out a blood curdling scream as I fell to the ground, my arms were still above my head

The guards and Spencer ran in to see what was going on and they stood over me as I was leaning down as far as possible trying to stop the pain in my chest and stomach. But nothing I did could stop it

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Spencer walked over to me and grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head to the side

Well, well, well. It looks like there’s no Alpha looking for you anymore.He said

What?I asked

Your mark is disappearing.He said

No.I whispered

Asher’s dead. And I’m guessing his family is going to blame you. Just like you killed my brother.Spencer said

He’s not dead. He’s not dead.I kept repeating, trying to make sense of what was going on

He couldn’t die like this. He was stronger than that. He wouldn’t let Spencer kill him

Spencer just laughed as he turned around and left

I leaned back against the wall of the cave taking deep breaths as I was trying to calm myself down and make the pain subside

The other girls looked at me with so much sorrow on their faces and I couldn’t help feel the single tear slip down my face, now knowing that Asher was gone. That was I never going to 

see him again

He’s just gone

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The Day He Forgot He Hated Me by Evangeline Marrow

The Day He Forgot He Hated Me by Evangeline Marrow

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Status: Ongoing Type: , Author: Artist: 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.

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