Legend Has It Book I ~{COMPLETE}~

Chapter 18 Sole Heir

Genevieve

I awoke alone the next morning and felt an overwhelming emptiness in the bed. The smell of bacon and eggs came from the table on his side. My body was a little sore from our lovemaking, but my head felt much better. I was only the slightest bit dizzy when I sat up and reached for the tray.

A handwritten note on the tray read:

“I’m so sorry I had to leave you this morning. I had to take care of a couple things. I won’t be gone long, but please dial *46 and let me know you’re awake so someone can come help you if I’m still busy.”

Awww! At least he left a note. I had to have a piece of bacon first, and then I picked up the phone and dialed.

I was greeted with, “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty!” and felt my cheeks flush.

“Thank you for breakfast,” was all I could think to say as I bit the next piece of bacon.

“Good, you’re hungry. That’s an excellent sign you’re feeling better,” he seemed relieved. “I’ll be back in about an hour, ok?”

“Ok. I’ll see you then.”

I glanced around the room as I ate, taking in my surroundings. Everything was very masculine, making the vases of flowers I assumed were for my Welcoming and my purple silk robe on the hook seem out of place. Phoenix had told me I had full authority to redecorate both this suite and the retreat, but asked that I not make it too girly. I thought I could do that. I wasn’t the girliest girl.

I was excited—I’d never had a home to decorate before. Sure, I added thrift store decor to the places Josephine and I stayed at longer than a few weeks, but it all got left behind.

The phone rang. I wasn’t sure if I should answer or not, but there was a little screen that read “Kelli.”

“Hello?” I think I said it in surprise.

“Good morning! I hear you’re finally rejoining the world of the living,” Kelli giggled. I had a feeling we were going to be good friends.

“Yes, I’m feeling better. What’s up?” I asked.

“You didn’t have many clothes with you back in Salisbury. Is there more somewhere you need us to retrieve?” I hadn’t really thought about clothes, realizing my nakedness.

“No, Josephine and I traveled extensively so I only had what would fit in a suitcase.”

“Ok, well, what you had in the suitcase was placed in the little room at the end of the hall, past the bathroom. I’ll see what I have in your size, but we’ll go shopping as soon as you feel up to it.” At that, I realized I didn’t have much money and then I wondered if money was even a thing here.

“Kelli? I have a goofy question,” I said, feeling really uneducated.

I learned that yes, money was a thing but less emphasis was placed on money here. Every wolf had a job, whether big or small, that contributed to the safety and well being of the pack and it was more of an equal bartering system than on Earth.

“You will have an allowance as Luna, but you’re also the sole heir of the Silver Moon pack and though I don’t know if there was any valuables, what could be salvaged was taken into custody here.” A sadness stirred in my heart at Kelli’s mention of “sole heir.” Josephine had told me my parents’ pack wasn’t the biggest or strongest and I never imagined there might have been anything saved.

“Phoenix knows more about that than me, though,” Kelli continued. “For now, just worry about getting better and we’ll go shopping.”

“Ok. I have one more question. Where's the clean bedding?”

“Dial *52 for housekeeping,” she giggled at the little groan I let slip when the thought of someone else changing the sheets we had s*x on embarrassed me. “Don’t worry. Our housekeepers are professional and more than used to it. That’s a big part of what they’re here for.”

We said our goodbyes and hung up.

I quickly forgot about my embarrassment over the sheets as I wondered if there were any items that my parents had owned directly. I knew they hadn’t escaped with more than what they were wearing and the blast of wolfsbane had rendered their clothes unsalvageable. Maybe they’d had a fire safe. I could hope. A photo would be nice to have.

I dialed *52 and was warmly greeted with, “Good morning, Miss Genevieve. I am Rhonda, head of housekeeping. How may I help you?”

Kelli had been right. Rhonda was very professional and suggested I go enjoy a long bath or shower while her team tidied up.

There was another tray of food when I finished my shower—I didn’t think baths would ever be the same without Phoenix to tenderly wash me. I decided to take the tray—a mini charcuterie selection—out to the balcony so I could see Death Moon in the daylight.

As I snacked and took in the view overlooking the town below—a town like most on earth with the hustle and bustle of people going about their business—I realized that “home” wasn’t necessarily a place so much as a person.

I went back inside and crawled back into to bed to wait for Phoenix and luckily, I didn’t have to wait long.

“Hey, girl,” he smiled as he came in the door. I didn’t have a nickname for him yet and calling him boy just didn’t seem right. He stood just inside the door, seeming unsure of himself. I felt my womanly powers begin to surge and remembered the name he jokingly called his p***s.

“Hey, Wolfy,” I cooed in what I hoped was a seductive voice. I patted the bed as he roared laughingly and invited him to join me. I had missed him next to me. “No clothes allowed,” I added as he closed the distance, his confidence restored.

“Yes, ma’am,” he responded and started rapidly unbuttoning his form-fitted shirt. “Between you and wolfy’s drooling over you,” he teased. “I don’t stand a chance in hell of disobeying you.”

I raked my eyes over him as he undressed, still awe that this was MINE! I gave a playful growl.

“You smell like me,” I growled again. That, I found, was quite a turn on. He’d gone to take care of business and hadn’t showered. “Is that why I could sense you coming, but not the food last night?”

“That would be the Mate Bond,” he replied, unbuttoning his pants. “Conrad gave me a lot of s**t, like I knew he would, but I couldn’t bear to wash your scent off. I was afraid I’d begin to think that the beautiful woman in my bed last night was a dream.” He stepped out of his pants and was down to boxers now. I eyed the bulge there.

“Hurry,” I pleaded, scooting to the edge of the bed. I wanted to taste him, wanted to taste my s*x on his. He’d pleasured me orally last night and I wanted to return the favor.

As soon as he lowered the waistband and his d**k was free, I took it in my hands and touched my tongue to the tip that had given me so much pleasure last night.

“Dammit, girl,” he breathed and my confidence soared as his hands slid through my hair. “This is by far the best greeting I— have— ever—“ he gritted as I began my amateur exploration, licking around the tip before attempting to draw it into my mouth. My instincts told me I needed to moisten it to help it fit between my lips.

He sucked in a breath and stumbled, ever so slightly, gently guiding me with his hands through my hair. His gasps and moans turned me on more than I would have ever dreamed possible and when he pulled me back, so he could get into the bed, I gave a little protest that he broke contact. He placed his mouth on mine while his hands slid down to my hot mess. I had never realized s*x would be so wet and then I couldn’t concentrate anymore. We were stroking each other and the fire was building.

Phoenix shifted us somehow so that I was on top this time. I think I may have arched an eyebrow at him.

“I want you to have control this time and I want to watch your face,” he told me huskily, guiding my ass over the top of his hardened c**k. He held my hips and started a little sliding motion that again had his tip teasing my swollen c**t and the entrance of my wet v****a. When I understood what he was showing me, I matched his movements, sliding myself on his length while he moved his hands from my hips to my n*****s and started slowly rolling them between his thumb and forefinger.

“That’s it, my girl,” he whispered. “Do what feels good to you. I promise it feels just as good to me.”

I’m not sure who gasped and moaned more but as the flames grew higher, I wanted him inside of me and started a game of capture the tip. When I figured out how to use my womanhood to position him to enter, I eased myself on, staring into his blue eyes. This was all us—No Isaac or Isabella—and as soon as I had him in deep, the tidal wave hit and I came all over him.

“Yes, baby, yes,” he encouraged and I ground into him hard while looking deep into his eyes. “Oh s**t, baby, I’m right behind you—“ he grunted and pushed up as I pushed down and I felt him c*m, too.

I collapsed onto him, completely spent and he wrapped both arms around me.

“That was a helluva good morning,” he whispered. “I could get used to that.” I felt him grinning and finally found my voice.

“Me, too, baby. Me, too.”

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GENEVIEVE POV

I had wanted to ask him about this Marking thing, but when he suggested we shower and get dressed, I decided to save it for later.

I assumed I’d be meeting his father again soon and I wondered if having at least mated would suffice? Some books mentioned a ceremony, others described it as happening during s*x. I know when he kissed or licked, or hell, even breathed on my neck, I felt a longing for something but didn’t quite know what it was. Maybe I’d ask him tonight. For now, we were going to go down to the kitchen for a late lunch.

Phoenix explained we could have lunch in bed, but the rest of the pack was dying to meet me. As appealing as the thought of staying in bed with him sounded, I knew there was more to this new life and I had a lot to learn.

I felt a hundred percent better, but Phoenix demanded we walk arm in arm so he could catch me if needed. I didn’t mind that at all, and dressed in the outfit I’d worn the night of my first shift, we left the suite.

The brightly lit skywalk and elevator was down the hall to the left and the stairs were down the hall to the right. I felt up to taking the stairs so we went that direction.

The halls were just as masculine as the suite was, with polished gold speckled marble (I assumed) floors, dark wood trim from floor to ceiling complemented by dimly lit brass or gold light fixtures and busts of the Alphas and Lunas before us. I recognized his father’s bust and got an idea of what his mother would look like. I knew she wouldn’t be bronze in real life though.

The entire top floor was dedicated to the Alpha, his Luna and any children they had. There were rooms for guests, nannies and whoever else needed to be close. I smiled inwardly, thinking of having a little Phoenix or two running around. I wondered if my mom had felt the same way about my dad.

The top of the staircase was brighter and had an incredible view of the main entrance to the packhouse below where a gurgling fountain would greet guests. I was reminded of a hotel with the impersonal atmosphere, though it was very luxurious. Tropical looking plants surrounded the oversized fountain and sunlight from the floor to ceiling windows gleamed on the marble floors.

A crowd began to gather below us and I suddenly felt self conscious in my “dressed to kill” outfit. This had been perfect for the night of my first shift but now I was meeting my new pack. I knew better than to show any weakness, though.

Conrad and Kelli appeared and immediately began crowd control. “I know you’re all interested in Alpha Phoenix’s mate, but I’d like to remind you that she has been ill and that our master is quite possessive of her,” Conrad announced. Possessive? Nice, I thought. The crowd of about 20 began to step back and then, at Conrad’s hand signals, to form a line behind an invisible boundary.

“These are mostly staff,” Phoenix leaned over to whisper in my ear. “You don’t have to shake hands or anything. Just smile and nod if you want.”

We were almost to the floor when Conrad winked at me before clearing his throat and dramatically announcing, “Gentle and She-Wolves, your master Alpha Phoenix and his mate, your future Luna, Genevieve Triplett, long lost heir to the Silver Moon Pack.” He then moved his arm in a big circular motion and curtsied, prompting Kelli to whack him on the back.

“You goon,” she told him, but the crowd also curtsied and then kneeled.

Phoenix erupted in laughter and lightly cuffed Conrad on the back of his head when we stepped down. “You don’t have to curtsy and kneel, my friends,” he told the gathering.

“Alpha,” one older shewolf protested as she rose, “first of all, it's a miracle she’s alive and secondly, that she’s willing to get naked with your ass!”

And that is how I met Phoenix’s mother.