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She tried to stand up, but a wrenching pain in her ankle knocked her to her bottom again, and with a wave of self-pity she realized that she would not be able to walk the half mile to her cabinet like she would usually do. She cried feeling pathetic, "You are a bastard, Emmett Ragnar. I just hate you more and more. Every f*****g second, every f*****g minute and f*****g hour... You force me to hate you. You prove that all the alpha males are horny b***h and you, I just don't have words for you. You are the king of all the horny bastards prevailing in this pack house." Her bitter sour words made Emmett sit on his ass.
He brought his knees near his chest and circled his arms around them. His fingers entwined across the knees while he watched Caroline cursing him. It was not that he did
