The Secret Assassin Reborn As An Omega

Chapter 5

Word Count: 894 | Released on: 26/06/2026

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awing, cramping empt

felt like walking through a museum after hours. I found my way to the ma

table was laden with a feast: platters of fruit, baskets of pastrie

iped her mouth with a linen

t some scraps," she said, her v

a single plate held a congealed lump of scrambled eggs and a

d out without a word. I w

ical gear, his face grim. He was flanked by two of his pack warriors. He saw me, gave

ast me. "Alpha is leaving for the border patrol," she whisper

as leaving me here, in this gilded ca

passive victim

air of old jeans and a worn-out t-shirt. I slipped out the back door

rritory. It was wild, untam

it wa

o spot threats and resources, scanned the forest floor. I identified edible mushr

using a vine and a bent sapling, constructed a simple but effective snare. My

ng a second tr

ry. Thin an

the sound, silent as a ghost, my heavy body gliding through the

even or eight, his leg caught in the rusty jaws of a bear trap

t had attract

a hungry growl rumbling in its chest. It wasn't a werew

terror, silent tears s

row was perfect. The rock slammed into a tree trunk just to the w

l the tim

shocking, even to me. I didn't run at the wolf. I r

with all my weight, striking the wolf's back l

d, snarling, an

ce. As it passed, I reversed my grip on the branch and jabbed t

h the forest. The wolf, blinded and cr

t took less tha

ay," I said, my voice calm and stead

om my shirt, found a patch of yarrow-a natural blood-clotting agent-and ch

but this body lacked the stren

only one t

boy. I positioned myself,

y iron trap. My muscles screamed in protest,

ful step, I carried him out of 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.”