The Secret Assassin Reborn As An Omega

Chapter 2

Word Count: 915 | Released on: 26/06/2026

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was a doll being d

mansion that looked more like a fortress. I was shoved into a cramp

straining at the seams. It was a deliberate humiliation. The makeup an equally cruel joke, a th

ed smirks. One of them yanked my hair so hard my eyes watered.

pen and my cousin

bridesmaid dress was a shimmering silver that co

ith fake sympathy. "Are you alright? You look a

at despite being wolfless and scarred, an ancient contract had tied

box. "I brought you someth

t caught the light. "It's a blessing powder. My mother

rom the novel. The weapon meant to e

I stood, my movements clumsy, my face a mask of gratitud

ched for a hug. As I did, my foot "c

rolled fall that I had practiced a thousand

body a dead weight,

fell toward her. My hand, seemingly flailing for balan

echoed in th

ul little box flew from her grasp, t

dly, glittering cloud that settled almost entirely over Molly's

in less than

only stunned silence.

r skin. A pained whimper escaped her lips, quickl

urns! My fac

ed tracks through the powder. The scream she let out

o the floor. I stared at her, my eyes

cried, my voice shaking

rd. They froze when they saw Molly writhing on the floor, angr

geon" took over, even through t

ting through the panic. "Get col

trast to my "frightened" demeanor. But in the

o the room, drawn by the screams. She saw her daught

es scanning the room and landing on

a tiny amount of the powder on the back of it. A few small r

ictim. "It was the blessing powder Molly bro

he perfect piece of evidence. Molly, incoherent with p

ident. Molly Melton, in her eagerness, had

utter chaos. Molly was half-carried, half-dragged

o on. I was helped to my feet, my shoulders shaking, m

wncast eyes, a cold, triump

only the

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The Secret Assassin Reborn As An Omega

Isidora Zytowski Werewolf

“I died and woke up as the villain's discarded Omega mate. In my past life, I was The Surgeon-a legend in the shadows, a woman who could save a life with one hand and end one with the other. Now I'm Cora Melton: overweight, scarred, wolfless, and trapped in a werewolf romance novel as the tragic side character who dies alone and forgotten. My new body's original owner was obsessed with Alpha Draven Ward. She cornered him, begged him, and invoked an ancient pact that forced him to accept her as his mate. Now, I have inherited her mess-along with her toxic in-laws, her shredded reputation, and a baby that may or may not be growing inside me. The Ward family thinks I'm a pathetic doormat. Eleanor, my new mother-in-law, steals my mother's heirlooms and laughs about it. Jaclyn, the spoiled sister, sneers at me in every hallway. But they don't know who they're dealing with. I was an operative who could take down a squad of mercenaries with a smoke bomb and a scalpel. I healed wounds that should have been fatal and brewed poisons from kitchen ingredients. And I have one advantage they can't possibly predict: I've read this entire story. I know Molly will try to burn my face off at the mating ceremony. I know my room will be searched, my belongings stolen. I know every trap they've set, every humiliation they've planned. So I'm going to rewrite the script. Watch me survive. Watch me thrive. Watch me take everything they hold dear and crush it in my palm. The White Wolf's bloodline has returned-and with it, the prophecy of triplets. A gift from the Moon Goddess. But I don't need a prophecy to know my future. I have my own deadly skills. And I have nothing left to lose. The game has begun. And I play to win.”