"I'm confused on why you can't just go up there," Lacy inquired at the pool hall. She sat upon her normal bar stool and drunk the soda the bartender had given her to start the evening off.
Theresa shook her head. There were five empty shot glasses before her, a blush covered her nose as she rubbed her face. "We don't have permission. Alphas need permission to visit mated and married Alphas. Even family members. His Alpha never gave us permission so we can't just pop over when we want."
Another thing Omegas couldn't do. They couldn't see family. "Your daughters never gave my family permission to see me."
Theresa looked at the Omega, suddenly feeling bad about how she raised her daughters. "I'm sorry," she said.
"And with the way things are going, I don't think Samantha will grant it." Lacy said.
"You think Salmona will?"
