Rejected By My Mate; Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets Chapter 311

The next hour felt like a nightmare Serena couldn’t wake up from.

Videos of Mrs. Winters humiliating her at Rocky’s Design were all over the internet.

Every social media platform was flooded with clips, comments, and threads.

The headlines were ruthless:

“Mrs. Winters Publicly Shames Homewrecker Serena Winthrop!”

“Serena Winthrop Gets What She Deserves—Caught and Exposed!”

The comment sections were worse:

• “Mrs. Winters is a queen! She said everything we were thinking!”

• “Serena is nothing but a gold digger. She deserved every bit of that humiliation.”

• “Finally! Someone put that slut in her place.”

The words cut deeper than any knife.

But across town, in a luxury shopping mall, Kate was having the time of her life.

She strutted through the high-end boutiques with Rolly by her side, her designer handbag swinging from her wrist.

She wore a tight red dress that hugged her figure, her heels clicking confidently against the marble floors.

“I need a new wardrobe,” Kate announced dramatically, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

“Something bold. Something that screams—I’m the woman of the hour.”

Rolly giggled. “You always are, babe.”

They entered a chic boutique with floor-to-ceiling mirrors and racks filled with the latest designer collections.

A sales assistant rushed over, her smile bright and eager.

“Welcome, ladies! How can I assist you today?”

Kate waved her hand dismissively. “I want to see your newest arrivals. Only the best.”

“Of course, right this way,” the assistant replied, leading them to a private section.

Kate ran her fingers over the luxurious fabrics—silk, velvet, lace.

She picked out a few dresses, holding them up to her body in the mirror.

“What do you think of this one?” she asked, showing Rolly a sleek black dress with a plunging neckline.

Rolly grinned. “It’s perfect. Very ‘I’m better than you’ vibes.”

Kate smirked. “Exactly what I’m going for.”

As Kate tried on different outfits, Rolly’s phone buzzed with a notification.

She glanced at the screen and her eyes widened.

“Oh. My. God,” Rolly gasped.

Kate poked her head out of the fitting room. “What?”

Rolly rushed over, shoving her phone in Kate’s face. “Look at this!”

Kate squinted at the screen, her eyes scanning the video.

It was the footage of Mrs. Winters yelling at Serena in the lobby, calling her a slut, accusing her of trying to trap Ryan.

Kate’s heart swelled with joy.

“Oh my God,” she whispered, her lips curling into a wicked smile.

She watched the video again, this time with more satisfaction.

The comments were even better.

• “Mrs. Winters is iconic!”

• “Serena thought she could steal Ryan? Think again!”

• “Drag her, Mrs. Winters!”

Kate laughed out loud, a genuine, gleeful laugh. “This… is… amazing.”

Rolly laughed with her. “Mrs. Winters didn’t hold back!”

Kate stepped out of the fitting room, still clutching the phone.

She played the video again, loving every second of Serena’s humiliation.

“She made me so proud,” Kate said, her eyes gleaming. “Mrs. Winters did what I’ve been dying to do.”

Rolly nodded. “She really put Serena in her place.”

Kate handed the phone back and picked out a red dress. “I’m buying this one. It’s the perfect celebration dress.”

They continued shopping, laughing and talking about the video.

Kate bought several outfits—each more extravagant than the last. She felt invincible, like the world was finally tipping in her favor.

After they finished, Kate turned to Rolly with a sly grin. “I’m going to Mrs. Winters’ house.”

Rolly blinked. “Now?”

“Yes. I need to thank her properly.”

Rolly giggled. “Tell her she’s my hero too.”

Kate laughed, hugged Rolly, and they left the mall.

Kate dropped Rolly off at her apartment before heading straight to the Winters mansion.

At the Winters Mansion,

The grand gates opened as Kate’s car approached. A butler greeted her at the door.

“Miss Kate, welcome,” he said politely.

“I’m here to see Mrs. Winters,” Kate replied confidently.

“She’s in the garden. Follow me.”

The butler led her through the lavish halls, past priceless paintings and crystal chandeliers, until they reached the sprawling garden.

Mrs. Winters was seated on a white lounge chair, sipping tea, her posture regal as ever.

When she saw Kate, a faint smile appeared on her face.

Kate rushed over and engulfed her in a warm hug. “You were incredible today!”

Mrs. Winters chuckled softly, patting Kate’s back. “I simply did what needed to be done.”

Kate pulled back, her eyes shining.

“You made me so proud. The entire internet is praising you. People are finally seeing Serena for what she really is.”

Mrs. Winters’s smile grew wider. “Good. That was the plan.”

Kate sat beside her. “I can’t thank you enough. You’ve done more than I ever could.”

Mrs. Winters waved her hand dismissively. “I did it for Ryan. That woman doesn’t deserve to be anywhere near him.”

Kate’s heart fluttered. “I want him to be happy. With me.”

Mrs. Winters’s eyes darkened with determination. “And he will be. I’ll make sure of it.”

Kate beamed. “We should celebrate!”

Mrs. Winters nodded, signaling a maid nearby. “Bring us a bottle of wine and two glasses.”

The maid hurried away and returned moments later with an expensive bottle of red wine and crystal glasses.

They poured themselves drinks, clinking their glasses together.

“To victory,” Mrs. Winters said.

“To us,” Kate replied.

They scrolled through the comments on the video, laughing loudly at the insults directed at Serena.

• “Serena looks like she’s about to cry. Good!”

• “Mrs. Winters deserves an award for this performance.”

• “Who does Serena think she is? A homewrecker with no shame.”

Kate laughed so hard she nearly spilled her wine. “This is the best day ever.”

Mrs. Winters sipped her drink, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “And it’s only the beginning. I’m happy you’re happy, dear.”

Meanwhile, Back at Rocky’s Design,

Serena sat in her office, staring blankly at her laptop.

Amy was fast asleep on the couch, her tiny body curled up under a soft blanket after lunch.

Emma burst into the office, her face pale.

“Ma’am Serena,” she gasped, holding her phone tightly. “You need to see this.”

Serena frowned, standing up. “What is it?”

Emma handed her the phone, her hands trembling slightly.

Serena watched the video. Her humiliation, her anger, her shame—broadcasted for the world to see.

The hateful comments flashed like poison.

Her hands clenched into fists.

She didn’t need a psychic to tell her what happened.

Someone from her company had recorded the incident and sold it to the media.

Her blood boiled with rage.

Without a word, she stormed out of her office, still holding Emma’s phone. She didn’t care about appearances anymore.

She stepped into the elevator, her jaw tight, her eyes blazing with fury.

When she reached the lobby, she didn’t hesitate.

Her voice echoed through the space, sharp and commanding.

“Everyone, stop what you’re doing!” she shouted.

Heads snapped up. Employees peeked out from their offices, some hesitating, others rushing to gather around.

Serena stood tall, holding the phone up with the video still playing.

“Who did this?” she demanded, her voice like ice. “Who recorded this and sent it to the media?”

Silence.

No one dared to speak. Eyes darted around nervously.

Serena’s face darkened. “If no one speaks up, you’re all fired.”

Gasps filled the room. Panic spread like wildfire.

Suddenly, a woman’s shaky voice broke the silence.

“It was her,” she blurted out, pointing at the woman beside her.

Everyone turned to look at the accused employee, whose face turned ghostly pale.

Serena stormed toward her, her heels clicking menacingly.

“You think this is funny?” Serena hissed, her eyes blazing. “You think my humiliation is entertainment?”

The woman fell to her knees, trembling. “I—I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”

“Didn’t mean?” Serena snapped. “You didn’t mean to ruin my reputation? You didn’t mean to stab me in the back?”

Tears streamed down the woman’s face. “Please… I needed the money. The media paid me—”

“Shut up!” Serena roared. “You’re fired. Get out of my company. Now!”

The woman sobbed uncontrollably, scrambling to her feet.

“And if you don’t leave,” Serena added coldly, “I’ll have security drag you out in front of everyone.”

The woman fled, her sobs echoing down the hallway.

Serena turned to the rest of the staff, her chest heaving with rage.

“Let this be a lesson,” she said, her voice low but deadly.

“I am not someone you can disrespect. I built this company. I made all of you what you are. Don’t ever forget that.”

She stormed back to her office, slamming the door behind her.

No one had ever seen Serena like that before—fierce, ruthless, and unbreakable.

And for the first time, they realized she wasn’t someone to mess with.