Sasha was in the driver seat while Tyler was in the passenger seat. In the back was their fifth and final child, Justine. He looked back at her and turned to face forward. Tyler hadn't seen his friend in almost half a year, and it was relatively recent that the twins told him and Clara, and Lacy's family where she was.
"I hate them for sending her here," Tyler said, a disgust to his tone.
"Sending her here will make her a better mate to her Alphas," Sasha said, but was quickly given a retort that kept her quiet on the matter.
"You mean like when you punched the shit out of me? Was that supposed to make me a better Omega?"
It was something Sasha now had to deal with. That one punch was what Tyler went through if they had any sort of argument. He would go for the low hanging fruit being that punch.
