Rejected By My Mate; Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets Chapter 383

Serena sat in her office, reviewing a set of documents when her phone vibrated against the desk.

She almost ignored it, assuming it was another email or message from Emma about the board’s latest concerns, but something about the way it buzzed—an unfamiliar number flashing across the screen—made her pause.

Frowning slightly, she picked it up, unlocking the screen to see a new message.

Unknown Number: I have something you’ll want to see.

Her eyebrows furrowed as she sat up straighter. Before she could reply, another message came in—a series of photos.

Serena’s breath caught as she tapped on the first image.

It was a picture of Thomas Winters and Kate Andrews, seated in what appeared to be a private lounge. They were close—too close.

Thomas, dressed in his usual tailored suit, leaned forward slightly, his expression serious. Kate, in a slinky designer dress, had a smirk on her lips, her posture suggesting familiarity, even intimacy.

Serena’s fingers tightened around the phone as she swiped to the next image.

This one was even more damning. Thomas was leaning in closer now, his smirk almost mirroring Kate’s.

The air between them seemed charged, as if they were locked in some secretive conversation.

Then, the last picture—a shot of Thomas reaching for Kate’s hand, his fingers just brushing against hers.

Serena inhaled slowly, processing what she was seeing.

So, this is what they’ve been up to.

Her private investigator had worked fast, and now, she was holding a weapon—proof that Thomas Winters and Kate Andrews were scheming together.

She leaned back in her chair, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

“This just keeps getting better,” she murmured.

For so long, Thomas Winters had been untouchable, a man who operated from the shadows, pulling strings without ever getting his hands dirty.

And Kate? She had been nothing but a thorn in Serena’s side, obsessed with making her life miserable, fixated on keeping Ryan as her prize.

But now, they have slipped.

They had met in a public place, comfortable enough to let their guard down, and someone had caught them.

And now… Serena held the evidence.

She tapped her fingers against her desk, thinking. She could go straight to Ryan with this.

He would undoubtedly be furious knowing his father was working with Kate, manipulating things from behind the scenes.

But no.

That was too easy.

If Thomas and Kate wanted to play dirty, then Serena would play smarter.

She pulled up her contacts, her eyes narrowing as she thought about her next move.

If they didn’t want her to live in peace… then she wasn’t going to let them have peace either.

Her lips curled into a dangerous smirk as she quickly created a new anonymous number using one of her business accounts.

Then, without hesitation, she typed out a short message, making sure it was just vague enough to ignite suspicion but not enough to immediately reveal too much.

The goal wasn’t to expose everything at once—it was to plant the seed of doubt, to make Mrs. Winters start questioning her husband’s actions on her own.

Satisfied, she hit send.

Serena leaned back in her chair, smirking as she watched the message delivered successfully.

She could only imagine the look on Mrs. Winters’ face when she saw it.

—

Meanwhile, inside the grand, luxurious Winters Mansion, Margaret Winters sat in the sunroom, sipping on her afternoon tea, flipping through a magazine absentmindedly.

The house was quiet, save for the occasional footsteps of the staff moving through the halls.

Her phone, which rested beside her on the small table, suddenly lit up with a message.

She glanced at the unknown number and frowned. She wasn’t the type to entertain messages from strangers, but something about the words sent a strange chill down her spine.

Unknown Number: Do you know what your husband has been doing behind your back?

Her grip on the teacup tightened, her pulse spiking as she stared at the words.

Her first instinct was to dismiss it. It could be a prank. A mistake. Or maybe some gossip columnist trying to stir up drama.

But the longer she stared at the message, the harder it became to ignore.

Margaret was no fool.

She had been married to Thomas Winters for over thirty years. She knew the man better than anyone—or at least, she liked to think she did.

He was powerful, strategic, always three steps ahead of everyone. But he was also secretive. He had always been that way.

And suddenly, she couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe—just maybe—there was some truth to this message.

She hesitated, glancing around the empty room before standing up and pacing slowly. Her mind raced through the possibilities.

Had he been acting differently?

She frowned, thinking about the last few weeks.

Thomas had been busy, disappearing for long stretches of time, taking calls behind closed doors, stepping away in the middle of family gatherings to “handle business matters.”

That wasn’t necessarily unusual—he was a man of power, after all. But lately, there has been a shift. He seemed more… distracted.

Margaret’s lips pressed into a thin line.

Could it be possible?

Her fingers itched to call him, to demand answers, but she stopped herself. No. If there was something going on, he wouldn’t tell her the truth outright. Thomas was too careful for that.

Instead, she grabbed her phone again, rereading the message.

Then, with a racing heart, she typed back a response.

Margaret: Who is this?

She waited.

Seconds passed. Then minutes.

No reply.

Margaret exhaled, her frustration growing. She didn’t like being toyed with, and she certainly didn’t appreciate cryptic messages about her husband.

But now that the idea had been planted in her mind, it wouldn’t leave.

She needed to know the truth.

And if Thomas was hiding something… she would find out.

—

Back in her office, Serena saw the notification pop up on her burner phone.

A single message.

Margaret: Who is this?

Serena smirked.

Hook, line, and sinker.

She didn’t respond.

Not yet.

“Let Margaret sit with it. Let her wonder. Let the doubt fester. Because this was just the beginning. I’m exacting my revenge!”