Mutants At Table 9 Novels & Stories

I felt comforted as we moved to take our seats next to one another, close to the head of the table. Jacob was sat opposite my dad, with his parents both sat at the head of the table, as our pack’s Alpha and Luna. When fewer wolves were in attendance, the seating policy didn’t have to be adhered to so strictly, but it was just easier for everyone to have an allocated place around the giant table. Jacob smiled at me, keeping his eyes low. I ducked my head to catch his gaze, bringing his eye level up from my chin.

After learning this, Alex was basically sure that the four people Yang Changhao brought were mutants. Big Ken added in time. The eyes of the person who was suspected to be a mutant at the entrance of the restaurant were very red. He should be one of Yang Changhao's men. After many days, that person finally showed up again. From the appearance of Yang Changhao with so many mutants, it could be seen that they should go all out this time. Of course, if he didn't have enough confidence, Yu Zhijie and Yang Changhao wouldn't have done that!

Seat C was empty, but there was a goblet filled with red wine. C seat was on the left of Shawn, and on the right was Luna. Julia was also there, sitting in a wheelchair, very well behaved, not cuddling with Shawn, but sitting next to Luna. Suzan glanced at the others. She recognized some werewolves as senior members of the Romano Pack. “Alpha Shawn, I have something to ask you,” Suzan growled loudly.

"In a dangerous situation? You're so funny. Don't you know or don't want to admit that the heart in your body is still beating thanks to Luna?" Brak! Zacharias slammed into the table with full force. The 15 cm thick table was split into two in an instant. They, the people attending the meeting, just looked down as they tried to normalize their irregular heartbeats. This was not the first time. The meeting table had been replaced many times as it was damaged by the Alpha Kings' rage. With each change, the thickness of the table would increase, but still, the thickness could not block a bit of the Alpha Kings' power.

the nearby students chorus instantly, burying their faces in their food. I sit back down. Arlo, who tactfully slid my expensive Wagyu out of the crossfire, slides it back in front of me. Liviel wipes grease off her fangs. Medusa furiously straightens her sunglasses. Then, without a single word, both girls sit down at our table, acting like they hadn't just tried to assassinate me. I pick up my wine glass, only to pause. Standing right behind Liviel, watching the spectacle with deep amusement, is the Succubus from this morning.

The executives avoided his gaze, wiping cold sweat from their foreheads. One of them stood, sliding a metal-bound document across the table toward Vivienne. “Deep-sea descent and authority separation protocol.” The executive lowered his voice deliberately. “Boss, given the complexity of the deep-sea conditions, we need to reset the descent credentials.” The document landed on the table. An attempt to separate him from her. To cut the bond between them. Boom. A surge of dark-gold mutant magnetic force slammed into the wooden conference table. The center of the two-inch-thick table exploded with a sharp cracking sound.

*Chapter 89* The Table* *Word count: ∼1845~words* Day 561 began with a table. Not a stone slab for war councils. Not a log for dividing kills. A real table, built from joint timber, wide enough for twelve wolves to sit without elbowing each other. It sat in the neutral field between Red Fang and River Claw, under a canopy the council had raised in six days. Luna ran her hand over the wood. Still rough. Still smelling of sap and river water.

Sunlight spilled clean through the tall windows, catching the polished silverware, and if I hadn't seen the room glowing gold and crowded with strangers just hours earlier, I would never have believed anything had happened here at all. Ronan sat at the head of the table, and something in his posture struck me the moment I saw him. Healthier. Color back in his face, some of the tightness gone from around his eyes. Mandy was already seated beside him. Early, for a woman who usually had to be summoned twice before she dragged herself down for anything before noon. I sat. Everyone smiled. Ronan smiled. Mandy smiled, wide and bright and entirely too pleased with herself. “Something's wrong,“ my w

“Okay, girl. This place has a hierarchy.” Of course it did. She pointed around as we passed the long tables. “Wolves and bears sit together. Jocks. Alphas. That’s us now. Across from them, the goth kids, vampires, witches, shadowborn.” “Then there’s the nerd fae and the mages. Over there, that table with the arrogant hair flips? Dragons.” “And over there...” she lowered her voice, “that’s the incubus table.” I turned to look. And my soul left my body. A boy sat at the end of the far table. He had black hair like silk, and glowing blue eyes that practically lit the room. Sharp cheekbones. Sculpted lips. Small horns peeked through his messy hair.

It was a seating chart that defied logic and sanity. On the left, the surviving Silverclaw Elders sat stiffly in their formal robes, looking uncomfortable next to a delegation of Rogue Warlords who were drinking champagne straight from the bottle. On the right, Morrigan the Blood Witch sat next to Ethan’s Aunt Martha. Aunt Martha was currently showing the witch photos of her cats. Morrigan looked fascinated, or possibly hungry. It was hard to tell. And in the front row, sitting in a special high-chair made of levitating crystals, was Julian.