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 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?"”