Your Table Is Ready Novels & Stories

~Alayasia~ I put the final touches on the table and make sure I turn off the stove. I have lunch prepared, it’s just waiting for me to set it on the table. That’s my last thing to do, but I need to make sure Zara is set up first.

“Wow, you really went all out. So what’s the big news?” She beams up at me, clearly thrilled. “You’ll just have to wait until everyone is here.” I raise an eyebrow, but nod my head. “Fair enough. Need help with anything?” She shakes her head, motioning to the perfectly arranged table. “Nope, everything’s in order. Now we wait.”

He said and opened a double door that revealed a large dining table. The Grand Table. All sorts of food filled the table - like they had prepared for us even before we came. “Apologies for the small table. If you had informed me earlier, I might have made preparations to host.” Cole said, and I couldn’t ignore his use of words. He ‘might’ have made preparations - Way to sound very generous. We settled down on the table and we were served accordingly. The atmosphere was tense. Zadok was not leaving any stones unturned with the dirty looks he sent to Cole, which Cole gladly returned.

“Rіght, are wе аll rеаdу tо leave? We hаvе a tаblе booked іn thirty mіnutеѕ, whо’ѕ ready fоr ѕоmе fооd?” “Nоw you’re tаlkіng,” Jоеl added, hіѕ еуеѕ lighting uр аt thе mеntіоn оf it. Sоmеthіngѕ nеvеr сhаngеd.

Still, it was damaged, and I’d no doubt have to replace it. “Everything’s fine,” said Toran. I had knocked over a glass and the spark of power that echoed from my hand shattered the plates. There was a bit of a mess. “Get us another table, if you don’t mind.” Of course the waiter didn’t mind. It was his job, but that was Toran-ever the polite beta. “Yes sir. As you wish.” With a snap of the waiter’s fingers, the table disappeared and another reappeared with newly placed food.

I blinked again. Now, all that looked back at me were warm eyes and a radiant smile. “You didn’t knock?” she asked cheerfully, her voice airy and familiar. “We did,” Avery answered slowly. “For a while. No one responded. We figured it was okay to come in.” “That’s fine.” Akira waved us forward. “Sit. You’re right on time.” Only then did I notice the table. Long, carved from jungle mahogany. Bowls of food. It smelled like home.

She let out a nervous chuckle. A stage was already set up ahead. A long side table, groaning under the weight of delicious food, was set aside in a corner: roasted medium to rare meats, fresh fruits, vegetables, and desserts. The display of savory dishes filled the air with mouth-watering aromas. About twenty servers stood behind the table, waiting.

Four months later --- The room smells faintly of parchment, candle wax, and tension. The long mahogany table is buried beneath scrolls and maps—territories, borders, pack names—each marked in bold red ink. Jack sits at the head of the table, jaw tight, eyes sharp as he scans a report like he’s preparing for war. I rest my hands on the table to steady myself. They’re trembling slightly—not from weakness, but from anger.

The table was made for an Alpha because they are known to be hot-tempered and simply destroy things. Also, there is something wrong with Alpha. He thought it would make him angry because he brought an outsider to their territory but it seemed like a gentle cat that obeyed Sierra’s command! Something really wrong! He thought of approaching the Alpha’s table to see if Sierra had done any damage and his eyes almost popped out at what he saw! The table has a crack!

I told myself that on repeat as I wiped down a table with shaky hands. Then my manager’s voice cut through the noise. “Ariel, Table 12. They’re ready to order.” My legs felt like jelly as I walked over, notepad clutched tight. When I stopped at the booth, Luca slowly lifted his gaze to mine. No surprise. Just dark, knowing heat. “Good evening,” I said, voice steadier than I felt. “Can I start you gentlemen off with drinks?”