The Day He Forgot He Hated Me by Evangeline Marrow 46

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##TRIGGER WARNING:MILD s****| ASSAULT##

I sat on the ground, leaning against the wall, my cheeks stained with tears in almost a

catatonic state.

I didn’t look at the other girls. I heard Lila trying to talk to me but I didn’t even respond to her. I didn’t look at them. I just stared straight ahead.

“Trinity. Please talk to me. I am so sorry about your mate. That’s the worst thing that can happen. Please, you have to talk to me. You want to try and escape.” Lila said. But I still didn’t respond. I just stared straight ahead.

I heard the other girls whimpering as they cried softly. Knowing that losing your mate is the worst pain imaginable.

Only moments ago I was the one that was wanting to escape and now I’m the one that doesn’t care. I can only think of my mate. He was killed because of me.

I should have stayed away. I knew that I should have stayed away.

I told him that he could do better than me.

If I rejected him when I had the chance then I would have been in pain then but at least I would know that he’s alive. At least he would still be alive and I wouldn’t be living this hell that I’m in right now.

The memory of his laugh cuts through everything like a blade. It’s ridiculous how a single sound can feel heavier than the silence in this place. I can feel the sweat cooling on my skin, the grime of the mine under my fingernails, and each small sensation pulls me back into the same looping thought: if only. Faces flash in the dark–his face, the way he tilted his head when he tried to make me smile, the last look we shared–and each one slams into me until I don’t know where I end and the memory begins. Lila’s voice grows quieter, then steadier, like someone lowering themselves into the water to reach me. I want to care about escaping again. I want to move. But the weight in my chest is a stone and it keeps me pinned to the floor, while outside somewhere the world keeps breathing without him.

“Trinity. Please?” Lila asked.

“What happens to us if she’s lost hope? She was the one that wanted to get out.” Another girl whispered to Lila.

“Just give her time. She only just lost him.” Lila snapped at the girl.

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Spencer walked into the mine and stopped directly in front of me. His boots crunched on the loose stone, the sound echoing off the walls, but I didn’t react. I just stared at the wall opposite me, every muscle heavy and useless. He studied me for a moment, as if trying to decide whether it was worth breaking me further, but he must have known by now that I wasn’t going to fight back. Not anymore. Not after everything.

When I gave him nothing–no glare, no tremor of fear–he lost interest and moved further into the cave. His shadow stretched over the other girls, and the tension in the air thickened like smoke before a fire. Then came the scream. High–pitched, raw, desperate. One of the girls pleaded with him, her voice shattering against the stone walls, but her chains clattered helplessly.

The others started sobbing, their muffled cries filling the mine, but none dared raise their voices against him. The sound of rattling chains filled the darkness as she struggled, but it was no use. Spencer only laughed, loud and cruel, taking satisfaction in their terror. I stayed frozen, every nerve in my body screaming to shut down. I couldn’t turn, couldn’t watch, couldn’t let myself see what was happening. My mind built walls around me, and all I could do was listen as her pleas turned to whimpers and then silence.

When it was finally over, he let her collapse to the ground with a thud that reverberated in my bones. His laughter followed, cold and mocking, as he fixed his clothes. Then, as if nothing had happened, he walked back and stopped right in front of me again, his shadow falling across my face.

“You’re nothing without him. Good luck to you being found now.” Spencer taunted before he kept walking towards the entrance.

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Asher and I are lying in bed together. He’s pulled me really close to him. I can feel his warmth.

I can smell his scent. He’s playing with my hair and I feel safe.

He tightens his grip around me and leans down to my ear.

“I promise that one day we’re going to get out of this pack and actually have an adventure together.” Asher whispered to me.

“You mean when we’re actually allowed to leave the pack?” I asked.

“Yeah. And we’re gonna go and have fun. I want to show you how fun life can actually be.” He

said.

“You’ve already shown me.” I said. And he leaned down and kissed me.

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I suddenly felt Lily inside my head starting to stir. She couldn’t come to the front of my mind. She couldn’t help me. But she was fighting just to get through to me. But then I looked straight ahead again and Asher was kneeling in front of me.

“Asher.” I whispered.

“Baby. You can’t give up. You have to keep fighting.” Asher said.

“I can’t. I have nothing to fight for anymore.” I said.

“Yes, you do. You have a lot more to fight for than anyone else.” Asher said.

“Not without you. You’re gone.” I said.

“That doesn’t mean you can give up. Don’t let me die in vain.” He said.

“I can’t fight him. He’s too strong. He always has been.” I said.

“No Trinny. He’s a bully. You’re the strong one. You suffered at his hands for so long and yet you’re still standing. If that’s not strong then nothing is.” he said.

I stared at Asher’s face right in front of me, knowing that he wasn’t really here. Knowing that it was just wishful thinking and my imagination running away with me.

Lilly probably had a lot to do with it as well, but I finally turned to look at the other girls and I saw the girl that Spencer just hurt. The one that he just attacked.

She was facing the wall, not able to face us, while crying.

Lila was looking at me and they all knew that I’d faced him before. I could do it again.

But he only got caught last time because the twins caught him. They caught my whole family and figured out what was going on so they banished my family.

I never actually did anything.

But maybe this time could be different. Maybe I didn’t have to be so helpless this time. Maybe I could actually change my fate. For the first time in my life.

Looking at these women looking back at me, they refuse to help me escape. But they also were looking at me to be strong. I wasn’t used to that. I didn’t know how to lead them. But I think I had to learn. And fast.

A dull, cold resolve spread through me–sharp as the iron of the chains. My hands trembled,

but

my voice didn’t when I swallowed and forced a plan into words. If they wouldn’t stand, I would make them believe they must. I would find the broken places in the mine, the routines Spencer relied on, and turn them into a way out. Fear still pulsed beneath my ribs, but it was

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edged now with something dangerous: purpose.

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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.