The Mimic Jealousy Chapter 2 Novels & Stories

Everything seemed intact. But the note… The spy wasn’t coming from the outside. They were already here. Inside the warded tent, Mira moved toward the potion cache when she felt it. A shift. A breath that didn’t belong. She spun around—dagger drawn. But she was alone. Or so it seemed. Then her reflection blinked. And smiled. The mimic stepped from the shadows—a perfect copy of Mira, every freckle and line mirrored. But the eyes were wrong. Just a little too dark.

I ordered Max and snap my fingers. Anger flashes in his eyes before he does as I ask him. “Stop the chasing!” he yells into a microphone he has on the desk. The wolves obey, and from what I see on the laptop, the male falls to his knees as soon as the wolves stop running. They shift into their human form and drag the slave after them. I watch the laptop a moment more before my attention turns to Max.

‎ ‎"You took my mate." ‎ ‎I clenched my fists. ‎ ‎The stone floor around me cracked, spiderwebbing outward in a circle of power. ‎ ‎"And now," I whispered, the sound echoing like thunder, "I am going to take everything from you." ‎ ‎chapter 78 ‎JUDGMENT ‎Julius roared. ‎ ‎The sound was a challenge to the new god in the room. The monster didn't flee; his arrogance was too deep, his corruption too absolute. He believed he was the apex predator.

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"You smell like him." My heart stopped. The hounds are coming. I looked past Kael, past Ronan's brooding glare, past Zephyr's calculating silence—and I saw the shattered mirror. In the reflection, just for a split second, a pair of molten gold eyes blinked back at me from the darkness. I wasn't crazy. And my life was about to change forever. END OF CHAPTER 2

And when it did, the chains would rise again. And he would have no choice but to feed them. ☠️ End of Chapter 2

I collapsed against the couch, trembling, my limbs heavy and useless. He straightened, licking the crimson from his lips with a languid grace that made my stomach twist. His eyes gleamed, darker now, and fixed wholly on me. My mind reeled. I touched my neck with shaking fingers, feeling two small punctures, tender and wet. My heart stumbled in my chest. “You…” The word stuck in my throat. “What are you?” His smile was slow and knowing. “Exactly what you fear,” he said softly. I shook my head, but the world tilted, making it hard to think, to breathe. The heat between my legs throbbed with every frantic beat of my heart. Shame flooded me, mingling with an overwhelming, bewildering desire.

The inkwell is knocked aside, black ink staining the floor And there, half-hidden behind the heavy drapes, is my discarded apron, the ties snapped. Mira’s breath hisses through her teeth. "Oh, you stupid, stupid girl." Alaric smirks, slow and dangerous, like a wolf who’s just been handed a knife. "Jealous, Mira?" His fingers curl around the doorframe, knuckles white. "Or just curious?" Her free hand flies up, and she slaps my cheek. My head rocks to the side, lips parting on a gasp. "Curious about what happens to little thieves who steal what isn’t theirs."

If even one of them were a one, I’d lose. She scoffed. “What a joke. Did you learn that trick from some internet tutorial? That only fools amateurs, not me.” I lifted the first die, which showed a six. The second was another six, and the same for the third and fourth. Now, only one die remained. If it were six, I’d win. If it were one, I’d lose. Taylor’s confidence was crumbling, her brows knitting together. “Hurry up and open it! Stop trying to be dramatic. There’s no way it’s another six!”

Daniel was nervous. He had gifted the box to Jack but now he had cold feet. Jack was taking so long in the washroom that he was afraid Jack didn’t like the idea. He was almost slumped down in the sofa head on the backrest, only in his jeans. He heard the door to the washroom opening after a while. To prepare himself of the outburst of Jack's anger he closed his eyes tightly. It was good enough that the room was already in dim lights. Because even if he chose the dress, even if he had imagined Jack wearing that, he felt the heat creeping into his face as he heard the footsteps approaching him.