The Secret Assassin Reborn As An Omega

Chapter 4

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

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when a voice dripped wit

t too com

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

n love with Seraphina Sinclair. Everyone knows it. S

temptuous sniff,

echoing the finality of m

. It was Laura, my adoptive mother, d

ok in the shabby room. She pulled me into a hug. "I brought you so

led with worn clothes, a small bundle of c

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," I whispered,

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

age. I ran my fingers over it,

Cora Melton but o

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

curse. It was

again. I looked at the round face

way. Scars could be t

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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: make the

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The Secret Assassin Reborn As An Omega

Isidora Zytowski Werewolf

“I was a legend. The Surgeon. A ghost who could stitch you up or take you apart with equal precision. Then I died-and woke up in the body of Cora Melton. Fat. Scarred. Wolfless. The tragic Omega from a trashy novel I read in my past life. The one who's used, abused, and dies alone while the Alpha hero gets his happily ever after with someone else. Not this time. Alpha Draven Ward looks at me like I'm something he scraped off his shoe. His mother steals my mother's heirlooms. His sister taunts me in the hallways. They've trapped me in a mating contract I never wanted, shoved me into servant's quarters, and made it clear I'm nothing but a disgrace to their precious pack. They have no idea who they're dealing with. I know every plot twist before it happens. I know my cousin will try to disfigure me with corrosive powder at the ceremony-so I make sure she's the one who gets burned. I know Draven's family will steal from me-so I wait until midnight, brew a sleeping draught from forest mushrooms, and empty their vault while they sleep. They wanted a victim. They got a surgeon. An operative. A woman who can turn a household cleaning agent into a weapon and a bent hairpin into a lockpick. Now I have their money. Their secrets. A recording of their confession. And the entire pack watching as I expose their cruelty in the town square. But there's one thing I didn't plan for-something that changes everything. I'm pregnant. And I'm not staying in this cage a second longer than I have to. "This body was weak. I was not. Fat can be burned away. Scars can be treated. And wolfless? Who needs a wolf when you're already a predator?"”