Rejected By My Mate; Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets Chapter 310

After Steve left, Serena stood by the door for a while, staring at the empty space.

His words lingered in her mind—“You’re not alone.” But it didn’t feel that way.

She shook her head, pushing the thought aside. She had things to do. She couldn’t let the scandal control her life.

“Amy,” Serena called softly, walking towards her daughter’s room.

Amy was playing with her stuffed bunny, her small face lighting up when she saw her mother. “Mommy!”

Serena forced a smile. “Come on, sweetheart. We’re going out.”

Amy’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Where are we going?”

“To Mommy’s office.”

Amy jumped up eagerly. “Yay! I get to see Aunt Emma!”

Serena chuckled softly, the sound feeling strange on her lips. It had been a while since she laughed without forcing it.

After getting both of them ready, Serena grabbed her car keys and headed out.

She dressed in a sleek black dress, paired with simple heels, her hair pulled into a neat bun.

She had dark circles under her eyes, but makeup helped cover the exhaustion.

The drive to Rocky’s Design was filled with silence, except for Amy humming softly in the back seat.

Serena’s grip on the steering wheel tightened with every passing mile.

When they arrived, Serena parked her car and took a deep breath before stepping out.

She helped Amy out of her seat, holding her little hand as they walked towards the building.

The moment they entered the lobby, the atmosphere shifted.

“Good morning, Ms. Winthrop,” a receptionist greeted, forcing a polite smile.

“Morning,” Serena replied, her eyes scanning the room.

She could feel the stares—the quick glances, the murmurs exchanged behind fake smiles.

They’re all talking about me.

She straightened her back and lifted her chin. Let them talk.

Without slowing her pace, she walked toward her private elevator, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor.

Amy’s small footsteps followed beside her.

Inside the elevator, Serena exhaled deeply, her chest tightening.

She stared at her reflection in the mirror-like doors—strong, composed, but only on the outside.

When they reached her floor, the doors slid open with a soft chime.

“Ma’am Serena!” Emma greeted with a bright smile, rushing over. Her eyes softened when she saw Amy.

“And there’s my little princess!”

“Aunt Emma!” Amy squealed, running into her arms.

Emma lifted her up, spinning her slightly. “You’ve grown taller since I last saw you.”

Amy giggled. “No, I didn’t!”

Serena managed a small smile. “Emma, I need an update.”

Emma nodded, setting Amy down gently. “Of course. Let’s go to your office.”

They all walked in together.

Serena sat behind her large desk, while Amy settled on the couch with her tablet, engrossed in a game.

Emma remained standing, her fingers fidgeting slightly.

Serena noticed. “Emma… what’s going on?”

Emma took a deep breath, her face serious now.

“Serena… we lost the million-dollar deal we signed last month.”

Serena froze. “What?”

Emma’s voice softened, but the words hit harder.

“The big furniture supply deals with the international company—the one with branches across different countries. They pulled out this morning.”

Serena’s heart sank.

The room felt smaller, the air heavier. She gripped the arms of her chair tightly.

“That deal was secured. We signed the contract,” Serena whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

Emma nodded sadly. “They cited the scandal… said it’s bad for their brand image.”

Serena’s vision blurred for a second. She blinked rapidly, refusing to let tears fall.

This can’t be happening.

She swallowed the lump in her throat. “What else?”

Emma hesitated. “No major updates besides that… but you have a scheduled meeting with the board members today. They requested it urgently.”

Serena didn’t need to ask why. She already knew.

She leaned back in her chair, staring at the ceiling for a brief moment.

Then she nodded slowly. “Fine. When’s the meeting?”

“In an hour.”

Serena glanced at Amy, still playing, oblivious to the chaos around her.

“Stay with Amy while I’m in the meeting,” Serena instructed.

“Of course,” Emma replied softly.

An Hour Later,

Serena stood outside the boardroom, her hand resting on the doorknob.

She could hear muffled voices inside. Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open and walked in.

The room fell silent.

All the board members were already seated around the long, polished table.

Their eyes shifted towards her—some filled with judgment, others with disappointment.

She walked confidently to her seat at the head of the table, ignoring the weight of their stares.

The meeting began with formalities, but it didn’t take long before one of the shareholders spoke up.

Mr. Collins, known for his sharp tongue, leaned forward, his expression stern.

“Ms. Winthrop,” he began coldly, “let’s not waste time. Your personal affairs are ruining this company.”

Serena’s jaw clenched, but she said nothing.

“Our stock has dropped drastically,” he continued.

“Clients are pulling out of deals because of your scandalous lifestyle. We’re losing money because of you.”

The words stung more than she expected.

She knew, under normal circumstances, he’d never dare speak to her like that.

Other board members chimed in.

“This isn’t just about you, Serena. It’s about the company’s reputation.”

“Your name is tied to Rocky’s Design. When you fall, we all fall.”

“Maybe you should consider stepping back until things settle down.”

Serena felt the room spinning.

But she wasn’t going to let them break her.

She stood up abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor.

“I’ve heard enough,” she said firmly, her voice steady despite the storm inside her.

“I understand your concerns, but I’m not going to sit here and let people who know nothing about my personal life judge me.”

The room fell silent again.

“I built this company from the ground up. I’ve faced challenges before, and I’ll face this one too. I will fix everything, clear my name, and get our clients back. But if you think I’m going to sit here and let you tear me apart—you’re wrong.”

Without waiting for a response, she stormed out, her heels echoing down the hallway.

Back in the Hallway,

Serena was walking towards her office, her mind racing, when Emma came running, breathless.

“Serena!” she gasped.

Serena stopped, turning to her with a frown. “What is it?”

“There’s a woman causing a scene in the lobby,” Emma said between breaths. “She’s demanding to see you.”

Serena’s brows furrowed. “Who?”

Emma shook her head. “I don’t know. She won’t say. But she’s making a huge scene.”

Serena sighed heavily, her patience wearing thin. “Let’s go.”

They took the elevator down.

As the doors opened, Serena was greeted by the sight of her employees gathered in the lobby, whispering among themselves.

Pushing through the crowd, Serena’s eyes landed on the woman causing the commotion.

Her heart stopped.

Mrs. Winters.

Ryan’s mother.

Serena hadn’t seen her since the divorce years ago.

But she’d recognize that face anywhere—the same cold, judgmental glare.

Mrs. Winters spotted Serena and marched towards her, her eyes filled with hate.

Serena stood her ground. “What do you want?”

Mrs. Winters scoffed, her voice dripping with venom. “I want you to stay away from my son, you pathetic little slut.”

Gasps echoed around the lobby.

Serena’s face burned with embarrassment, but she refused to back down.

Mrs. Winters continued, her words like daggers.

“You’ve slept your way to the top, haven’t you? Now you’re trying to trap my son with your bastard child? If you think Ryan will ever leave Kate for trash like you, you’re delusional.”

Serena’s hands clenched into fists.

“You think spreading your legs will get you everything you want?” Mrs. Winters sneered.

“You’re nothing but a prostitute. Leave my son alone. Go force your daughter on one of the other men you’ve been with, because Ryan is NOT her father!”

The words echoed through the lobby, leaving a thick silence behind.

Serena felt humiliated, her heart pounding in her chest. But she wasn’t going to let Mrs. Winters win.

She took a step forward, her voice sharp and loud.

“Get out.”

Mrs. Winters blinked, surprised by her boldness. The Serena she once knew, would never talk back to her.

Serena’s eyes burned with fury. “Get out of my building before I have security throw you out like trash.”

Mrs. Winters glared at her, then finally turned to leave, but not before spitting, “This isn’t over. I’ll make sure you regret this. You will regret ever knowing my Son!”

As she disappeared through the doors, Serena stood tall, her chest heaving.

She turned to her employees, who were still staring.

“What are you all looking at? Get back to work!” she snapped.

They scattered instantly, like bees from a disturbed hive.

Serena stood alone in the middle of the lobby, her heart heavy but her pride intact.

This isn’t over.