Rejected By My Mate; Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets Chapter 308

Ryan stormed into his office, slamming the door with such force that the glass panel rattled.

His chest heaved with rage, his face twisted with frustration. Jefferson, his loyal assistant, flinched as the door nearly hit his face.

He stood there for a moment, stunned, trying to gather the courage to follow Ryan inside.

After a deep breath, Jefferson slowly pushed the door open, peeking in cautiously.

His eyes widened at the chaos before him.

Ryan was throwing everything in sight—files, paperweights, even his laptop crashed to the floor with a loud thud.

“Sir…” Jefferson began softly, stepping in fully, shutting the door behind him.

“Please, calm down.”

But Ryan didn’t even glance his way.

His face was red, his eyes wild with fury as he kicked a chair across the room.

“Sir, please. You’re—”

“SHUT UP, JEFFERSON!” Ryan roared, his voice echoing through the room. He grabbed a stack of papers from his desk and threw them against the wall.

“JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!”

Jefferson swallowed hard but didn’t move. He’d never seen Ryan like this. He wanted to help, but he didn’t know how.

Suddenly, the door burst open again with another loud bang.

Mrs. Winters stormed in, her face flushed with anger, her eyes blazing with fury.

She didn’t say a word as she marched straight up to Ryan.

Before he could even process her presence—SLAP!—her palm met his cheek with a sharp, echoing crack.

Ryan’s head snapped to the side, his face stinging from the force.

He blinked, stunned, bringing a hand to his cheek.

Mrs. Winters stood there, breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling as she glared at him like he was the worst disappointment in the world.

“How dare you, Ryan!” she spat, her voice trembling with rage.

“How dare you keep something like this from us?”

Ryan stared at her, confused and still trying to catch his breath from the slap.

“What the hell are you talking about?” he snapped, his voice low and gruff.

Mrs. Winters didn’t hold back. She jabbed a finger into his chest.

“Don’t play dumb with me! You were married to Serena. And you kept the fact that she had your child from us? YOUR OWN PARENTS?”

Ryan’s eyes widened slightly, but he quickly masked it with more anger. “It’s not even true—”

“Oh, so you weren’t going to tell us at all, huh?” she cut him off sharply, her eyes narrowing.

“If that DNA report hadn’t come out, you’d still be living this secret life, pretending like we didn’t deserve to know about our grandchild!”

Ryan clenched his fists, his jaw tightening.

“Mom, it’s not—”

“Don’t you ‘Mom’ me!” she snapped.

“And to make things worse, you’ve been having an AFFAIR with Serena? Is that why you’ve been treating Kate like trash? Is she the reason you’re always ‘too busy with work’ to spend time with Kate? You’ve been lying to us, to Kate, to EVERYONE!”

Ryan’s face darkened, his chest heaving with heavy breaths. “You don’t understand—”

“Oh, I understand perfectly!” she yelled, her voice rising.

“You’ve been nothing but a fool! Chasing after that bitch Serena while ignoring the woman who truly cares about you!”

Jefferson stood frozen in the corner, his eyes darting between Ryan and his mother, unsure whether he should step in or just disappear.

Mrs. Winter isn't done yet.

She grabbed Ryan’s shirt, pulling him roughly towards her.

“If you don’t fix this—if you don’t end things with Serena and make things right with Kate—then you can forget you ever had a mother,” she hissed through gritted teeth.

She shoved him back, her eyes filled with disgust, and without another word, she stormed out, slamming the door so hard the glass rattled again.

Ryan stood there, breathing heavily, his body trembling with a mix of anger, frustration, and heartbreak.

Slowly, he collapsed to the floor, burying his face in his hands.

His mind raced with everything that had just happened—the scandal, the betrayal, the slap, his mother’s harsh words.

Jefferson hesitated, then slowly stepped forward. “Sir… are you okay?”

Ryan didn’t respond.

His fingers dug into his hair, pulling slightly as if trying to rip the thoughts from his head.

Jefferson sighed deeply, his heart aching for his boss.

He’d never seen Ryan like this—so broken, so lost.

A few minutes later, the door opened again. Ethan walked in, his face tight with concern.

He paused at the sight before him—papers scattered everywhere, broken items on the floor, and Ryan sitting like a defeated man.

“What the hell happened here?” Ethan muttered, glancing at Jefferson.

Jefferson just shook his head, his expression somber. “Mrs. Winters…” he whispered.

Ethan nodded slowly, understanding. He walked over to Ryan, crouching beside him.

“Ryan,” he said gently, placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Hey, man. Talk to me.”

Ryan didn’t move for a moment, then slowly lifted his head. His eyes were red, filled with pain.

“I never thought… I never thought I’d find out Amy isn’t mine,” Ryan whispered, his voice broken.

“I loved her, Ethan. I still do. She’s my little girl… or at least I thought she was.”

Ethan’s heart clenched. He squeezed Ryan’s shoulder gently.

“I know, man. I know it hurts,” Ethan said softly.

“But you’ve got to pull yourself together. You’re stronger than this.”

Ryan let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “Am I? Because right now, I feel like nothing.”

Ethan sighed, standing up and pulling Ryan to his feet.

“Get up. Sitting on the floor won’t fix anything.”

Ryan stumbled slightly but managed to stand.

He walked over to his chair and slumped into it, running his hands down his face.

“You look like hell,” Ethan said, trying to lighten the mood slightly.

Ryan gave a weak chuckle. “Thanks for the reminder.”

Ethan turned to Jefferson. “Go get someone to clean this place up. And bring some coffee. Strong coffee.”

Jefferson nodded quickly, grateful for the excuse to leave the tension-filled room.

As the door closed behind him, Ethan sat on the edge of Ryan’s desk, looking at his friend with sympathy.

“You’re not alone in this, Ryan,” Ethan said softly. “We’ll figure it out. One step at a time.”

Ryan didn’t respond, but for the first time that day, he didn’t feel completely alone.