The Secret Assassin Reborn As An Omega

Chapter 4

Word Count: 827 | Released on: 26/06/2026

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her, from her perfectly styled hair to the cruel twist of her lips. She held up her phone, the scree

this sham doesn't make you one of us," s

from the novel that Jaclyn was shallow and stupid, a mouthpie

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temptuous sniff,

echoing the finality of m

. It was Laura, my adoptive mother, d

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led with worn clothes, a small bundle of c

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ted, becoming just a little too casual. "So... has Draven b

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she masked it quickly. She gave me anoth

box. It belonged to Sarah, my birth mother. Inside, beneath a tangle

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nd that should have been fatal. I remembered the scent of antiseptic and blood, the glint

n of a mission accomplished. I remembered the complex formulas of nerve agen

y my biological mother, the mother of this body. She was a healer, a student of ancien

considered impossible. I had neutralized entire squads

ding across my face. My reflection in the grimy wind

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again. I looked at the round face

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when you were al

My starting capital. I hid the notebook and the jewelry b

body was weak, neglected. That w

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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.”