Chapter Seventy One

Supreme Pack House

Stephan's POV

A knock on the door was what woke me up from sleep.

I wonder who decided to interrupt my sleep this morning.

I felt the bed to know if she was lying there with me.

Clarissa was not on the bed; I listened in and heard her laughter from the kitchen.

I

I could smell the person who was knocking.

"I was not in the mood for this sh*t, I groaned."

I was sure that the person at the door had heard me.

"I opened the door for Uncle to come in."

"Good to see you too, my boy."

"Uncle, how can I help you?"

"Cranky as usual, boy?"

I groaned again.

"I came very early to see you; I was told that you were still asleep."

"I asked William to wake you; he said he would rather have his arms ripped off than come here and wake you."

"He said you are like a beast whenever you are woken up from sleep."

"I hope you don't act like this with me, mate."

"No, she knows what to use to wake me up, unlike you all," I teased.

He smiled at me and sat down.

He did not wait for