The Secret Assassin Reborn As An Omega

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ost who could stitch you up or ta

oke up in the bod

ad in my past life. The one who's used, abused, and dies alone wh

this

heirlooms. His sister taunts me in the hallways. They've trapped me in a mating contract I never wanted,

dea who they'r

at the ceremony-so I make sure she's the one who gets burned. I know Draven's family will steal from me-so

nted a

ho can turn a household cleaning agent into

ng of their confession. And the entire pack watc

didn't plan for-somethin

preg

n this cage a second

. Fat can be burned away. Scar

when you're alr

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t through my skull,

he sound a rough, unfamiliar rasp in my throat. The ceiling that swam into focus wasn't mine

d to s

feel like my own. A roll of fat at my waist pressed against the sil

st my ribs. A cold, sli

re aw

mething cold and sharp. A man stood there, a silhouette against the morning light. He was tall, broa

ph

ed it before my min

w, dark hair, and eyes the color of a storm-tossed sea. He w

I was something he'd

The sting of alcohol. The burn of desperate tears. A woman's voice,

n hushed, angry tones. The original owner of this body had cornered him,

. He tossed a file onto the mattress. It landed w

he said, his voice devoid of any emotion, "our actio

ears. It wasn't the word "mate" that shocked me. It was his name, which sud

en W

r's bed. I knew that name. I knew this story. It was from a werewolf novel I'd

And I had

in the

wolfless Omega who was obsessed with the Alpha protagonist, Draven Ward. Th

ost missed it. In my head, I could almost hear the ec

ing it. He was rejecting the bond with every fiber of his

n a body I didn't know, facing an Alpha who c

le. I pitched my voice to be small, fragile. "Can... c

e contract. "The consequence of refusal is the exile of your entire family from the

e cast out to be hunted and torn apart. I had no choice. This was

e cold authority as Draven. She was elegant, her silver-streaked hair pulled into a tight c

. My future

e didn't look at me as a person, but as a stain on her expensive rug

r neck. Exactly as the book describe

Draven said, his tone flat. "The

n, her perfume cloying and suffocating. Her whisper was for me alone. "Don't f

he room as quickly

was better than being in this room with me. But just for a second, as he turn

him. It recognized me,

once he was gone. So the great Iron A

ement was clumsy, the unfamiliar weight of the body making me stum

on made my s

eye down to the lip, pulling it into a permanent, slight sneer. The body was so

ngs. Then another. I raised a hand and traced the

nt ago, slowly changed. The fear receded, repla

a specialist, an operative who could put a man back together or take him apart wit

book. The plot. Thre

usin,

would use a special "finishing powder" laced with a corrosive

pathetic creature in the mi

-empty bottle of expensive whiskey. A bedside table. On

een. I scrolled through the contacts until I found the

ced in my mind. A forgotten prophecy. The return of the White Wolf's bloodline wo

accord, went to my