The Day He Forgot He Hated Me by Evangeline Marrow 93 Summary
The morning after Gage’s breakthrough brought a peaceful calm to the forest, replacing the previous darkness and fear with gentle sounds of life. Trinity and Asher shared a tender moment on the porch, their connection providing comfort amid the uncertainty. Despite the temporary peace, the looming threat of the guardian’s power remained, and Asher urged Trinity to rest before facing what was to come.
Later, a meeting with Arlo revealed that the Codex had shifted again, indicating a second awakening that would test the bond between the heirs. The guardian was only a gatekeeper, and the true source of power awaited its vessel. The stakes were high, as a wrong choice could shatter the balance. Though uneasy, the group prepared for signs of this awakening, knowing the challenges ahead were far from over.
That night, Trinity experienced a vivid, haunting dream warning of an incomplete bond and a critical choice between rising and falling when the moon called again. Asher reassured her, strengthening their resolve with love and intimacy, momentarily pushing aside the fears of prophecy and impending trials. Their bond was a source of strength amid the growing tension.
The next day, the Codex reacted to a weakening seal in the forest, signaling the start of the next trial. Despite Asher’s caution, Trinity insisted they face it together. Guided by a pulsing light, they arrived at an ancient stone circle where shadowy versions of themselves appeared, embodying what they could become without their bonds. A fierce battle ensued, showcasing their unity and power, ultimately dissolving the shadows and proving their strength.
With the trial complete, the group returned to the forest, aware that the real fight was still ahead. Trinity and Asher shared a quiet, hopeful moment, their bond unbroken and ready to face whatever the future held. The story closes on this note of resilience, emphasizing the power of their connection against the looming challenges.
The Day He Forgot He Hated Me by Evangeline Marrow 93 Summary
The morning after Gage’s breakthrough brought a peaceful calm to the forest, replacing the previous darkness and fear with gentle sounds of life. Trinity and Asher shared a tender moment on the porch, their connection providing comfort amid the uncertainty. Despite the temporary peace, the looming threat of the guardian’s power remained, and Asher urged Trinity to rest before facing what was to come.
Later, a meeting with Arlo revealed that the Codex had shifted again, indicating a second awakening that would test the bond between the heirs. The guardian was only a gatekeeper, and the true source of power awaited its vessel. The stakes were high, as a wrong choice could shatter the balance. Though uneasy, the group prepared for signs of this awakening, knowing the challenges ahead were far from over.
That night, Trinity experienced a vivid, haunting dream warning of an incomplete bond and a critical choice between rising and falling when the moon called again. Asher reassured her, strengthening their resolve with love and intimacy, momentarily pushing aside the fears of prophecy and impending trials. Their bond was a source of strength amid the growing tension.
The next day, the Codex reacted to a weakening seal in the forest, signaling the start of the next trial. Despite Asher’s caution, Trinity insisted they face it together. Guided by a pulsing light, they arrived at an ancient stone circle where shadowy versions of themselves appeared, embodying what they could become without their bonds. A fierce battle ensued, showcasing their unity and power, ultimately dissolving the shadows and proving their strength.
With the trial complete, the group returned to the forest, aware that the real fight was still ahead. Trinity and Asher shared a quiet, hopeful moment, their bond unbroken and ready to face whatever the future held. The story closes on this note of resilience, emphasizing the power of their connection against the looming challenges.
The morning that followed Gage’s breakthrough carried an unusual calmness, almost serene in its quietude.
The forest had settled once more. Gone were the lurking shadows and eerie whispers that had plagued us. Instead, the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze and the faint, vibrant hum of life returning filled the air.
I stood on the porch of the packhouse, basking in the warm sunlight as it caressed my face. The connection between Asher and me felt steady and comforting—like a steady heartbeat pulsing just beneath my skin. I caught his familiar scent before I felt his arms encircle my waist from behind.
“You’re up early,” he murmured softly, his breath warm against my neck.
I leaned back into his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. “Couldn’t sleep. My thoughts just won’t quiet down.”
A tender kiss brushed my shoulder, slow and deliberate. “That’s because you try to fix everything all at once.”
Turning in his embrace, I met his gaze. “Someone has to. Gage might be stable now, but the guardian’s power—”
“—is still out there,” he finished quietly. “For now, we rest. You’ve earned that much.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but his unwavering gaze and the gentle stroke of his thumb along my hip made me pause. His presence was a grounding force I hadn’t realized I needed.
“I don’t know how you do that,” I confessed.
He smirked, a spark of mischief in his eyes. “It’s just one of my many talents.”
We remained like that for a while, watching as the forest slowly awakened around us, allowing ourselves a brief moment to believe that maybe, just maybe, things could feel normal again—if only for a little while.
Later that afternoon, Arlo summoned a meeting in the training room. The Codex lay open on the table before us, its pages glowing with a faint, otherworldly light. Gage sat beside Arlo, looking healthier, though his golden eyes still shimmered with an unnatural glow.
Arlo’s finger traced a passage on the page. “The Codex has shifted again.”
Asher frowned, leaning forward. “Changed in what way?”
“It reveals more about the purpose of the bloodline. A second awakening is coming—one that will test the bond between the heirs. The first merge wasn’t the final chapter.”
Gage stiffened at the words. “Another awakening?”
Arlo nodded solemnly. “The guardian was merely a gatekeeper. The true source remains sealed, waiting to choose its vessel.”
A cold shiver ran down my spine. “And if it chooses poorly?”
“Then the balance shatters,” Arlo replied gravely.
Asher’s hand tightened reassuringly on my shoulder. “Then we make sure it chooses right.”
I felt the weight of those words settle over us.
Arlo’s voice softened. “We have time—but not much. Signs will appear: dreams, visions, shifts in power. We don’t know who the vessel will be.”
Gage let out an exasperated sigh. “Great. More nightmares.”
I offered a faint smile. “At least you’re here to complain this time.”
He laughed, breaking the tension that had built up in the room.
After everyone else left, Asher lingered, his eyes fixed on the glowing symbols etched into the floor.
“This isn’t over,” he said quietly.
“No,” I agreed, feeling the gravity of the moment. “It’s only just beginning.”
That night, the dreams returned with an intensity that shook me awake. I found myself standing in a vast field bathed in silver light, the moon hanging impossibly bright overhead. Shadows whispered my name, their voices both haunting and familiar.
In the center of the clearing stood a figure—a tall silhouette cloaked in mist, its eyes shimmering like distant stars.
“The bond is incomplete,” the figure intoned. “One heart still hides.”
I tried to speak, but my voice faltered. “What do you mean?”
The figure lifted a hand, a gesture both ominous and gentle. “When the moon calls again, one will rise and one will fall. Choose carefully, child of the bloodline.”
Then darkness swallowed everything.
I awoke gasping, my heart pounding wildly. Asher was immediately beside me, his hand steadying me on my back.
“Trinity, what happened?” he asked softly.
I recounted the dream—the field, the moon, the voice, the warning—with every detail vivid in my mind.
He listened intently, his jaw clenched, then brushed his thumb lightly over my cheek. “It’s trying to scare you. It won’t win.”
I leaned into his touch, seeking comfort. “But what if it’s a warning?”
“Don’t,” he said firmly. “You don’t get to talk about losing anyone.”
Tears pricked at my eyes, burning hot and raw.
He pressed his forehead against mine, steady and unwavering. “We’ve been through hell and back. A dream won’t break us.”
A faint smile tugged at my lips. “You’re impossible.”
He grinned, that familiar glint in his eyes. “And you love me for it.”
“Yeah,” I whispered. “I really do.”
His lips found mine—slow, deep, and warm—spreading a fire through me that drowned out the worries of the world: the whispers, the prophecy, even the Codex itself. It was just us, our bond pulsing strong beneath our skin.
When we finally parted, I rested my head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
“Whatever comes next,” he murmured, “I’m right here with you.”
“Always,” I replied.
He lifted my chin gently with his thumb and forefinger, looking at me with that all-too-familiar intensity. I smirked back.
“Really?” I teased.
“Why not? We’re both wide awake,” he said with a chuckle.
I sat up, rolling over until I was straddling him.
“And I love a girl who takes control,” he said, eyes darkening with desire.
“Wow. Tough words coming from an Alpha,” I teased, silencing him with a kiss.
I traced kisses down his jawline and bare chest, coaxing a low moan from him.
Asher cupped my head gently, pulling me back up to meet his lips again.
He tugged my tracksuit pants down with his hands, then kicked them off with his feet, swiftly removing his own shorts as well.
I felt him harden instantly as he freed himself, and then he pulled me close, sliding inside me effortlessly, filling me completely.
I threw my head back, moaning as Asher gripped my shirt, pulling it over my head while his hands found my breasts, kneading them softly.
Gripping the headboard, I began moving with him, our bodies meeting with increasing urgency. His moans mingled with low growls as the pleasure intensified.
Suddenly, Asher sat up, leaning against the headboard, gripping my waist as he began moving me faster. But I shifted, pulling my legs free and planting my feet on the bed, leaning back onto his legs as I continued the rhythm.
“Holy fuck. Don’t stop that,” Asher groaned.
His hands stayed firm on my waist, urging me faster and faster. Sweat began to bead on our skin, the sound of our bodies meeting filling the room.
I reached forward, clutching Asher’s shoulder, pushing myself harder until I found my release. A loud, breathy moan escaped my lips, just shy of a scream, as the orgasm hit me with fierce intensity.
Asher followed soon after, filling me completely as he wrapped his arms around me, pressing our chests together. He leaned in for a kiss—not just any kiss, but one deep and meaningful.
“I love you, baby,” he whispered.
“I love you more,” I replied.
“If you say so,” he smirked.
We stayed wrapped in each other’s arms for a while. Eventually, I lay beside him, and he pulled me close, as if afraid I might vanish.
“Why can’t life always be this simple?” I asked softly.
“Believe me, if I could, I would,” he said, making me chuckle.
“I don’t doubt that.”
“I know.”
Morning arrived under a blanket of soft gray clouds, the scent of rain heavy in the air. After showering and dressing, we made our way downstairs. Gage joined us outside, restless and uneasy.
“I couldn’t sleep either,” he admitted. “The Codex glowed again last night. I think it’s connected to your dream.”
My heart sank. “So it’s starting.”
He nodded grimly. “The next trial is closer than we thought.”
Thunder rumbled in the distance as a strange, electric energy swept through the forest—sharp, alive.
The ground trembled beneath our feet.
Asher’s expression darkened. “That’s not just a storm.”
Arlo came running from the packhouse, clutching the Codex. “It’s reacting to the forest. The seal—it’s weakening.”
The trees shimmered faintly, and a low hum filled the air. I felt the bond within me stir—hot, urgent.
Gage stepped forward. “It’s calling us.”
“No,” Asher said firmly. “You’re still recovering. We need to plan—”
Before he could finish, the hum pulsed with light. I grabbed Asher’s hand. “We can’t ignore it. This is the trial.”
His jaw clenched, but he nodded. “Then we face it together.”
We followed the pulsing light deep into the woods, arriving at a clearing I didn’t recognize. A circle of ancient stones stood there, etched with runes that reminded me of the shadow realm.
The air shimmered with power. The Codex in Arlo’s hands glowed brighter, its pages turning on their own.
From the center of the stones, a voice echoed clearly:
“The bloodline calls its heirs.”
The ground shook violently. Wind whipped around us, carrying whispers and shifting shadows. Gage’s mark glowed gold; mine burned silver. Asher’s eyes darkened to storm-gray, his wolf restless beneath the surface.
“Stay close,” he said, pulling me tightly against him. His arm was solid, his voice steady as the world around us shifted.
Light enveloped us, and for a moment, everything blurred—colors, sound, even time itself. Then, silence.
When the world came back into focus, we found ourselves standing in a vast, empty field—the same one from my dream. Moonlight shimmered softly in the air.
Arlo’s voice came from behind us. “This is it—the trial field.”
Gage scanned the area, confused. “Then where’s the test?”
Figures emerged from the shadows—copies of ourselves.
My breath caught in my throat. Each moved like us, but their eyes were hollow, empty.
“They’re us,” I whispered. “But without our bonds.”
Asher stepped forward, his wolf barely restrained. “Then let’s show them what real strength looks like.”
The shadow versions lunged at us. We fought fiercely. Gage unleashed golden light across the field; I pushed the bond to form a protective shield; Asher moved with precision—brutal and fiercely protective.
One shadow form struck me from behind, but I reached through the bond, energy flaring from my chest, and shattered it.
Asher’s eyes widened. “You did that?”
I nodded. “We’re stronger together.”
He grinned, blood smeared on his cheek but pride shining in his eyes. “Damn right.”
With a final surge, we pushed our energy outward. The shadows screamed as they dissolved into light. Moonlight flooded the field.
A voice echoed once more. “The bond holds. The heirs are chosen.”
The light faded, and we found ourselves back in the forest.
Arlo collapsed to his knees, breathless. “You did it… the Codex’s trial is complete.”
Gage’s eyes still glowed faintly. “Then the real fight is still ahead.”
I turned to Asher. He pulled me close, our foreheads touching, hearts racing in unison.
“We made it,” I whispered.
“For now,” he murmured, his thumb brushing gently against my jaw.
In that quiet moment beneath the morning sun, I believed him completely.
No matter what lay ahead—shadows, prophecy, bloodline, or fate—our bond was stronger than all.
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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