Chapter 29

HAZEL

Gabe was welcomed like a King with a golden chalice filled to the brim with cherry-scented wine and a collection of the finest cigars I had seen. They were often smoked by the leaders of any pack—including my former alpha who refused to smoke anything else that didn’t have the signature sun-dried leaves. I also remembered him saying something about hinted cognac and cocoa, but I stopped listening after he refused to let his friend take a puff because he wasn’t an Alpha.

What baffled me the most was that two of those cigars could pay for the remodel of this entire house. Why were they just giving them away like candy? They were sought after, rare, and nearly impossible to smuggle onto the island.

And yet here stood a girl with a linen bra and a maxi skirt with two long slits in the front going up to her waist; she held a silver tray where the cigars lined up perfectly and Gabe sniffed each one. He walked closer, the tray brushed up against him and the girl was