Rejected By My Mate; Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets Chapter 289

Kate stood on her balcony, a self-satisfied grin stretching across her lips as she scrolled through her phone.

The city lights flickered around her, reflecting off her wine glass, but nothing was as entertaining as the news she was reading.

Serena Winthrop, CEO of Rocky’s Design, involved in a drowning incident. Condition unknown.

The headlines flooded every corner of social media, and Kate couldn’t contain her excitement.

She scrolled through comments, enjoying the chaos.

— She’s probably dead by now.

— How does someone just drown like that?

— Is this real or just some publicity stunt?

Kate laughed, taking a slow sip of her wine. “Oh, if only they knew,” she murmured to herself.

She had made sure the media exaggerated the situation.

Earlier while she was resting on her bed, she had suddenly received a call from her private investigator, informing her of Serena’s tragic fate of drowning in a pool.

Kate being who she was, felt that was a great news to leak out to the media while also hoping Serena doesn’t come out of it alive.

While she had no direct hand in what happened to Serena, she wouldn’t let the golden opportunity slip through her fingers.

“Maybe she really is dead. That would make me even more happy and I wouldn’t mind buying myself a private jet,” Kate whispered grinning, staring at the skyline.

The thought thrilled her. No Serena, meant one less obstacle in her path and she would be left to deal with just her daughter Amy.

Just as she swirled her wine in the glass, strong hands suddenly snaked around her waist from behind, pulling her against a firm chest.

A familiar chuckle rumbled in her ear.

“Enjoying the view?” Jake’s deep voice sent shivers down her spine.

Kate sighed, relaxing against him. “I’m enjoying something even better,” she purred.

Jake nuzzled the nape of her neck, pressing slow, lingering kisses down her skin.

“Mmm… and here I thought I was the highlight of your night,” he murmured against her shoulder.

Kate giggled, shifting in his hold to face him.

Her eyes gleamed mischievously. “Well, you’re definitely part of the fun.”

Jake smirked. “Just part?” His fingers brushed against the hem of her silk robe, tugging playfully.

Kate licked her lips, her eyes dipping to his. “You’re the best part.”

His grin widened as she tilted her wine glass toward him, resting the rim against his lips.

“Drink,” she commanded softly.

Jake obeyed, taking a slow sip, his gaze locked onto hers.

The moment he swallowed, Kate closed the distance, capturing his lips in a slow, intoxicating kiss.

The taste of wine and heat mixed between them, her hands sliding up his bare chest as his fingers tightened around her waist.

The kiss deepened, lazy and indulgent, until Jake pulled back with a low groan.

“You keep this up, and we’re going back inside. I can’t seem to get enough of you, Kate. You’re just so good and sweet…”

Kate laughed, dragging a finger down his chest.

“Who says we ever stopped? I’m always ready to get wrapped beneath you in that sheet and have you slammed that huge cock of yours into my pu**y.”

Jake smirked, lifting her effortlessly and carrying her back inside.

Her flirtatious words only made his cock become more erect in his pants and he just couldn’t wait to get to work.

“Make sure to thrust harder than you’ve ever done with me. I want it hard and harder from you.” Kate uttered, licking her lips in a sexy manner.

“Only you can make me go crazy…” Jake says, his voice barely audible.

The balcony door shut behind them, Kate’s phone buzzed repeatedly, notifications still flooding in.

But she didn’t care.

Right now, Serena was fighting for her life—and Kate was living hers.

Meanwhile…

Ryan skated backward, his sharp movements slicing through the ice as he watched Ethan struggle to keep up.

“You’re getting slow,” Ryan teased, passing the puck effortlessly between his skates.

Ethan snorted, pushing forward with a grin. “I don’t train like you do, man. I have an actual life outside of this rink.”

Ryan chuckled, maneuvering around him. “I was gone for a week, not a year.”

Ethan smirked.

“Yeah, yeah. Speaking of Paris—” He swiped the puck, making Ryan raise a brow.

“You haven’t stopped smiling since you got back. That's good, huh? Is it that girl you talked about?”

Ryan rolled his eyes, grabbing the puck back with ease. “I had fun.”

Ethan grinned knowingly. “Oh, I bet you did. Juliette, huh?”

Ryan hesitated for half a second before smirking. “She was… interesting.”

Ethan laughed. “Interesting? That’s what we’re calling it now?”

Ryan shook his head, skating in wide circles. “She made me forget everything for a while. No stress, no problems. Just… fun.”

Ethan clapped his hands. “Look at you! A week in Paris and suddenly you’re a changed man.”

Ryan chuckled but said nothing.

Truthfully, he had needed that trip. Needed the escape.

But now, he is back.

Back to reality.

Back to unfinished business.

After a few more rounds on the ice, both of them finally skated to a stop, breathing heavily.

Ethan plopped onto the bench first, pulling off his gloves.

“Alright, let me check what the world’s been up to while we were acting like pros.”

Ryan sat beside him, untying his skates. “Anything interesting?”

Ethan scrolled through his phone lazily—until suddenly, he froze.

His eyes widened.

“Uh… Ryan?”

Ryan glanced up, seeing the way Ethan’s face drained of color. “What?”

Ethan didn’t speak. Instead, he turned his phone screen toward Ryan.

Ryan frowned. He grabbed the phone, his eyes scanning the bold headline at the top of the article.

Serena Winthrop, the CEO of Rocky’s Design involved in a drowning accident. Condition unknown.

For a moment, Ryan’s brain refused to process what he was reading.

Then, his heart stopped.

“What the hell?” His voice came out hoarse.

Ethan sat up straighter.

“Dude, this just dropped. It says she was found unconscious—no one knows if she’s even…”

Ryan didn’t hear the rest.

His body was already moving, his skates half-untie as he yanked them off violently.

“Where?” His voice was sharp. “Where is she?”

Ethan quickly scrolled. “Some hospital in Arizona, St Peters—wait, Ryan, what are you—”

But Ryan was already on his feet, shoving his gear into a bag.

Ethan cursed, jumping up to follow him.

“Ryan, wait! What are you planning to do?”

Ryan didn’t answer. His hands were shaking, his mind racing.

Serena.

Serena was hurt.

Serena might be—

He slammed the locker shut, grabbing his car keys.

“I need to see if it’s true,” he muttered.

Ethan grabbed his arm, stopping him. “Dude, breathe. You don’t even know if—”

“I don’t care,” Ryan cut in, his eyes burning. “I need to see her. Now.”

Ethan hesitated for only a second before sighing. “Alright. I’m coming with you.”

Ryan didn’t waste another second.

They rushed out of the rink, heading straight for the parking lot.

The moment Ryan was in his car, he turned the engine on, his grip tight on the steering wheel.

Ethan barely had time to buckle his seatbelt before Ryan sped out, his jaw clenched.

Serena was in the hospital.

He didn’t know what happened.

He didn’t know how bad it was.

But he knew one thing.

He had to get to her— you had to see for himself that she’s fine.