The Secret Assassin Reborn As An Omega

Chapter 8

Word Count: 883 | Released on: 26/06/2026

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the Ward estat

on was silent, its inhabitants l

tasteless and odorless, which I had spent the afternoon brewing. The ingredients were simple: a specific type of mushroom I'd found in the forest, crushe

n to the central tank. Within an hour, every tap, every water dispenser, every coffee machine in the manor would be d

ards took their water breaks. One by one, they slumped ov

went t

n's room. Her door was locked, but the simple tumbler

her walk-in closet. It was a temple of designer clothes and handbags. I knew Jaclyn. S

he inner pocket of a ridiculously expensive purse. I pocketed them. But that

lf of the most valuable pieces, leaving the cheaper items behind.

master suite. Arthu

l wealth, would be here. The novel had mentioned a hidden safe. I had spent the d

am of the hidden door. It opened with a faint click. Beyo

lt, placing my ear against the cold steel. I didn't have my old tools, so I'd improvised. I held a thin piece of metal against the dial, feeling for

isfying thud of the last tumbl

velvet trays of jewelry. And there, tossed in a corner

he sight of it, so carelessly discarded, made my blo

n to empty

icates. This needed to look like a thief who was in a hurry, one who took what was easy to carry and sell. I left just enough to ensure they'd suspect each other-after all, how could an outsider

eft, I stood over their bed. They slept soundly, oblivious. It would have been so e

inside the ventilation shaft, hidden behind

d nausea washed over me. I gripped the edge of the table, my knuc

s a familiar sensation, one I'd di

n in this body for nearly two weeks. The ori

mach, the one that was

ing, world-altering

I'm pr

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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.”