#CHAPTER 121: Sisters

Sarah POV I’m seriously worried about Ella. She’s acting so weird these days. Her career is taking off, so why is she so anxious about my life? I wish she’d stop asking all these questions. It’s always, “What do you feel like?” like I have any idea. I’m sick half the day, then starving, then sleepy, then sick again. If she’s so damn interested in being pregnant, I told her, go get pregnant too. There’s only a mile of alphas who’d top her with the slightest invitation. Yes, I keep telling her, I know it’s twins, and yes, it’s girls. I have no idea if they’re going to be alphas, betas, gammas, or even omegas, and she knows it. The placenta injection is risky, and we’re all going to know everything in just a few more months. What’s the rush? Last night was particularly awful. Zane was talking about the Sanrichzky Farm, which has faced some terrible problems with drought this year, and Ella decided it was a great time to launch into a story about this fashion spread she’ll be featu