Rejected By My Mate; Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets Chapter 307

Serena adjusted Amy’s backpack and crouched to meet her daughter’s bright eyes.

The morning sun cast a soft glow over the school’s courtyard, where other parents were dropping off their children.

Serena gently tucked a loose strand of Amy’s hair behind her ear.

“Be a good girl today, okay?” Serena smiled warmly.

Amy nodded enthusiastically. “I will, Mommy!”

Serena placed a soft kiss on her daughter’s forehead, watching as she skipped off towards her classroom, her little figure disappearing among the crowd of children.

A soft sigh escaped Serena’s lips, mixed with pride and exhaustion.

She walked back to her car, her heels clicking softly against the pavement, oblivious to the storm that awaited her.

By the time she arrived at Rocky’s Design, the usual bustle of the lobby felt different—too quiet, too stiff.

Employees who usually greeted her with bright smiles offered awkward nods, their eyes darting away as soon as she looked at them.

Whispers floated behind her, but she dismissed it, assuming it was just the typical office gossip.

She stepped into her private elevator, her reflection in the polished metal walls staring back at her.

“Why were they looking at me like that?” she wondered, shaking her head to brush off the uneasy feeling.

As the elevator doors slid open, Emma, her assistant, was already standing beside her desk, her face pale with tension.

She clutched her tablet tightly, her fingers trembling slightly.

“Good morning, Emma,” Serena greeted, trying to keep her usual confident tone.

Emma’s response was hesitant. “Morning, Ms. Winthrop. Uh… can I have a word? It’s important.”

Serena’s brow furrowed. “Of course.”

Emma followed her into the office, shutting the door quietly behind them.

Serena set her handbag down and slipped off her blazer.

Emma hesitated before speaking, her voice low. “There’s… there’s a problem.”

Serena froze mid-motion. “What kind of problem?”

Without a word, Emma handed her the tablet.

Serena’s eyes darted to the screen, and in an instant, her world tilted. Bold headlines screamed at her:

“CEO of Rocky’s Design Exposed as a Mistress—DNA Test Reveals Shocking Truth About Her Daughter!”

Her heart skipped a beat.

She scrolled down, reading the vile comments flooding every post.

Words like “homewrecker,” “gold digger,” and “fraud” stabbed at her like daggers.

The photos were there too—falsified images of her with Ryan, doctored to look like stolen moments of an affair.

But it was the fake DNA report that shattered her completely.

“No… no, this isn’t real,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Her hands shook violently, the tablet slipping from her grip and landing with a soft thud on her desk.

Emma’s voice broke the suffocating silence.

“There’s more… Some of our major clients have contacted me this morning. They’re pulling out. They said they don’t want to be associated with… with—”

Serena didn’t let her finish.

She collapsed into her chair, gripping the armrests as if they were the only things anchoring her to reality.

Her breaths came in shallow gasps.

“Who did this?” she rasped, her voice raw with fury and heartbreak.

“Who the hell would do this to me… and my daughter?”

Emma didn’t have an answer. The room was filled with the deafening silence of betrayal.

Meanwhile, across town, Ryan was in the middle of buttoning his shirt when his phone buzzed with multiple notifications.

His eyes caught a headline that made his blood run cold.

“DNA Test Reveals Amy Isn’t Ryan Winters’ Daughter!”

His knees buckled, and he collapsed onto the edge of his bed, staring at the screen as if it would change the longer he looked.

Pictures, articles, comments—each one more damning than the last.

His chest tightened painfully.

“Amy… not my daughter? How? How is this possible? Serena told me herself that she’s my daughter! What the hell is this sudden news?” The thought repeated like a curse in his mind.

Anger surged through him, hot and blinding.

He grabbed his car keys and stormed out, his mind set on confronting Serena.

The drive to Rocky’s Design was a blur, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel.

When he arrived, employees whispered behind cupped hands, their eyes darting toward him.

He didn’t care.

He didn’t even slow down. He stormed into the elevator, fists clenched.

Reaching Serena’s office, he didn’t bother to knock.

He slammed the door open, startling both Serena and Emma.

Serena looked up, her face pale but composed.

Their eyes locked—hers filled with silent pain, his blazing with rage.

Ryan didn’t waste a second. “HOW COULD YOU?!”

Emma stepped back, sensing the explosion that was about to unfold.

Serena’s face hardened. “What are you talking about?”

“DON’T PLAY DUMB WITH ME, SERENA!” His voice echoed off the walls.

“You’ve been lying to me all along! Making me believe Amy was my daughter when she’s not!”

Serena didn’t flinch.

She didn’t defend herself.

She just stared at him, her heart breaking all over again—not because of the accusation, but because of how quickly he believed the lies.

“You’re unbelievable,” she whispered, her voice cold and flat.

Ryan’s chest heaved with anger. “I had believed you; Serena. I wanted to make amends —trusted you! And this is how you repay me? By deceiving me for so many months? You are so cruel!”

Without waiting for her to respond, he turned on his heel and stormed out, slamming the door so hard it rattled the glass.

Serena stood there for a moment, frozen.

Then the dam broke.

She let out a scream of frustration, sweeping everything off her desk—papers, files, even her coffee mug—sending them crashing to the floor.

She sank to her knees, sobbing into her hands.

“ Why is this happening? What did I do to deserve this?”

Across the city, Kate sat in her apartment, a cigarette dangling from her fingers, smoke curling lazily towards the ceiling.

Rolly sat opposite her, scrolling through her phone, her eyes wide with excitement.

“Kate… this is everywhere. You really did it.”

Kate exhaled a long stream of smoke, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips.

“Of course, I did. I told you I had the perfect plan.”

Rolly laughed, shaking her head. “People are eating this up. Serena’s reputation is in shambles.”

Kate poured herself a glass of wine, her fingers tapping rhythmically against the glass.

“Serves her right. She thought she could take Ryan from me? She thought she was better than me?”

Rolly leaned forward, curiosity gleaming in her eyes. “How did you even pull this off?”

Kate chuckled darkly. “Let’s just say… I have my ways.”

They clinked their glasses together, toasting to Serena’s downfall.

As Kate leaned back, a satisfied smile on her face, she thought to herself, This is just the beginning.