The Secret Assassin Reborn As An Omega

Chapter 3

Word Count: 820 | Released on: 26/06/2026

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rand hall like a la

nd I could feel the weight of their judgment. The air was t

her? Drav

. large. And

less. What a disgra

to see the pity and disgust in their faces. Their words were meaning

a king waiting for an execution. When his stormy eyes met mine, a flicker of

droning on about ancient bonds and the bles

n the parents were calle

and the same arrogant air as his wife, stepped forwa

ligations of an old contract," he annou

d through the guests. It

the microphone, her painted lips curled into a sneer. Her voice

wledge a wolfless woman of ques

ned me at my own mating ceremony. I stood there, exposed, the centerpiece of a humiliating

. This was too much, even for him. It was dishonorable. It

ay something, anything, when a voi

t is the mean

Alpha of a small, insignificant pack, but he had a spine of steel. My adoptive

. "Are you breaking the pact? Do you wi

rfume and feigned sympathy. "My poor baby," she wailed, loud

y shoulders shake, playing t

loud. He hadn't expected the

truth!" Eleanor shrieked. "S

contract was witnessed by the Goddess herself! Are you defy

ouncil. Their involvement would mean a formal inquiry, a

oice was low, but it cut thr

oug

nts, his expression unreadable. "The ceremony

authority. He would not allow his parents to undermine

ell silent, their fa

the Elder pronounced us mates, I felt an invisible chain lock around my soul. The

a low command. "You will be housed in the east wing

by a crowd of well-wishers,

n't you worry, sweetie," she whispered, her

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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.”