#Chapter 68: Picture Perfect

Elara The dinner table was too quiet. A little too quiet, if I was being honest. I had become so used to Ella and Zoe’s incessant chatter that I never tired of it, and so when they were suddenly silent, it felt eerie. Ella was sitting to my left, swinging her legs underneath her chair. She was picking at her stew as best she could, but I could tell she didn’t like it. As for Zoe, she had staunchly opposed eating hers at all despite my pleading, and was pouting on my right with her arms folded and her face set in a scowl. Sarah was sitting directly across from me, stabbing forcefully at the chunks of meat in her bowl. She was clearly furious over Zoe’s refusal to eat, and had made more than one comment earlier but seemed to have given up now. She didn’t need to say anything, though, for me to know what she was thinking: that Zoe, her biological daughter, had been ruined by an Omega mother. That Zoe’s picky eating was entirely my fault, a shortcoming in my own par