**LANDON'S POV**
Lizabeth was already seated at the dining table like the proud peacock she'd always been by the time I arrived at the Carter mansion.
I expected nothing less.
The omega who opened the door ushered me inside without a word. I followed her lead, leaving my luggage behind for her to carry. That was her job. Omegas, the weakest and most useless in a pack were only good for domestic work—lifting and cleaning—since they can't fight for the pack.
"Landon… what brings you here?" Marius—my sister's father-in-law's brother—asked as I stepped into the room, all eyes tracking my arrival.
I didn't bother replying immediately. I snubbed him instead. He was Lance's father, and I hated him more than anyone else in this house. He was one of the reasons my life had been ruined.
"My father sent me," I finally muttered, my voice barely above a whisper, after ignoring him all the way to the dining table.
