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 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?"”