Rejected By My Mate; Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets Chapter 388

The private jet touched down smoothly at Los Angeles International Airport, its engines humming as it taxied down the runway.

The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden glow over the city skyline. Thomas Winters exhaled, adjusting his cufflinks as the plane came to a full stop.

The moment the door opened, Marcus Sterling was already at the bottom of the stairs, speaking with the driver of a sleek black Rolls-Royce that awaited Thomas’s arrival.

“Welcome back, sir. We are heading straight to the Winters mansion right?” Marcus asked smoothly as Thomas stepped off the plane.

Thomas barely acknowledged him, sliding into the back seat of the waiting car.

“ I won’t be going home tonight. I need some time alone, some time away from home. Take me to the resort instead,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for discussion.

Marcus raised an eyebrow but nodded, stepping aside as the driver shut the door behind him.

The car pulled away from the airport, seamlessly merging onto the freeway, heading toward the private resort where Kate was staying.

Thomas had no interest in going home.

Not when Margaret was waiting with her endless questions, her suspicious looks, her accusations. He had no patience for it.

Tonight, he wanted a distraction.

And Kate was the perfect one.

—

By the time the Rolls-Royce pulled up to the resort, the sky had darkened, and the soft glow of lanterns illuminated the path leading to the main villa where Kate was staying.

The sound of the ocean waves crashing against the shore filled the air, mingling with the faint melody of live classical music playing somewhere in the background.

Thomas stepped out of the car, buttoning his suit jacket as he walked through the grand entrance.

The resort was stunning, a secluded paradise where the rich and powerful escaped from reality.

And right now, that was exactly what Thomas needed.

As he approached the private cabana, the large glass doors slid open, revealing Kate Andrews in a silk robe, her lips curling into a slow smile when she saw him.

“Well, well, look who finally made it,” she purred, stepping closer. “I was starting to think you forgot about me.”

Thomas smirked, wrapping an arm around her waist as he pulled her flush against him. “I could never forget you.”

Kate tilted her head, her fingers trailing over the lapels of his jacket. “Good. Because I’ve been waiting all day.”

Just as Thomas leaned in to kiss her, his phone buzzed in his pocket.

He sighed, already knowing who it was before he even looked.

Margaret.

Kate rolled her eyes. “You’re not seriously answering that, are you?”

Thomas smirked, but he pulled the phone out anyway. “It’s better if I handle it now rather than later.”

Kate sighed dramatically, stepping back. “Fine. But make it quick.”

Thomas answered the call, bringing the phone to his ear.

“What is it, Margaret?” he said, his voice cool.

On the other end, Margaret Winters was silent for a moment before speaking, her tone sharp. “You didn’t come home.”

Thomas exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’ve had a long day. I didn’t feel like dealing with more nonsense.”

Margaret let out a humorless laugh. “More nonsense? That’s what you call your wife asking where the hell her husband is?”

Thomas glanced at Kate, who was watching him with amusement as she sipped on a glass of wine, leaning against the cabana’s doorway.

“I told you before, Margaret,” Thomas said coldly. “I don’t owe you a detailed itinerary of my every move.”

Margaret’s voice turned icy. “And I told you that I don’t trust you anymore. And you know what, Thomas? You’re only proving me right.”

Thomas clenched his jaw. “What exactly are you accusing me of?”

Margaret scoffed. “Oh, come on. You expect me to believe you’re just ‘working late’? Again?”

Thomas sighed. “I’m not doing this with you, Margaret.”

Margaret’s voice sharpened. “Of course, you’re not. Because lying to my face is easier than telling me the truth.”

Thomas glanced at Kate again. This conversation was a waste of time.

“If you have nothing else to say, Margaret, I’m hanging up,” he said flatly.

Margaret inhaled sharply, her voice quieter this time. “You’re destroying this family, Thomas.”

Thomas’s grip on the phone tightened. “If I am, then you’re the one handing me the matches.”

With that, he ended the call, exhaling as he slid the phone back into his pocket.

Kate raised an eyebrow, sipping her wine. “Well, that sounded… intense.”

Thomas smirked, stepping closer. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

Kate set her glass down, sliding her arms around his neck. “Good. Because I don’t want you thinking about her tonight.”

Thomas’s eyes darkened. “Trust me. I won’t be.”

—

Dinner was decadent.

A private chef had been arranged to prepare an extravagant meal—grilled lobster, filet mignon, truffle-infused risotto, and an assortment of desserts that neither Thomas nor Kate paid much attention to.

They dined under the stars, the sound of the ocean creating the perfect background music. Wine flowed freely, and with every glass, Kate’s laughter grew softer, sultrier.

She leaned in, running a hand along Thomas’s thigh. “You know, I think I like this version of you.”

Thomas smirked. “What version is that?”

Kate’s lips curled. “The one who’s completely mine.”

Thomas chuckled, his fingers tracing circles along her bare shoulder. “You always know exactly what to say, don’t you?”

Kate tilted her head. “I say what I know to be true.”

Their gazes locked.

The air between them shifted—the playful teasing giving way to something darker, more intense.

Kate reached for his glass, taking a slow sip before setting it aside. Then, without a word, she leaned forward and captured his lips with hers.

Thomas didn’t hesitate.

The kiss started slow, almost lazy, but within seconds, it deepened. His hands found her waist, pulling her onto his lap as her fingers tangled in his hair.

The world around them faded.

All that mattered was this moment.

Kate moaned softly against his lips, pressing closer, her body molding against his.

“Take me inside,” she whispered.

Thomas stood effortlessly, lifting her into his arms as he carried her through the villa doors.

The door shut behind them as they began hastily undressing as though sex starved.

Once they were both starked naked, he turned her facing the wall in their standing position and thrust into her right from the back with Kate moaning loudly.

“You are just so sweet… darling.” Thomas mussed into her ears making Kate grin widely.

“Does it mean I'm sweeter than her?” Thomas understood whom she was referring to.

“Do not compare Kate. She’s nothing to write home about. You’re fucking driving me nut with your wet hot pu**y.” His words made a slurry moan escape her lips.

“You are just so good with words. Hit me harder. I want more of you. Your old dick is just too perfect!”

Thomas needed no more invitation as he increased his thrusts.

What neither of them noticed, however, was the faint flicker of movement beyond the villa’s edge.

A shadowed figure, positioned in the distance, carefully adjusted the camera lens, zooming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows making a video recording.

A soft click echoed through the night.

Another click.

Another.

As Thomas and Kate lost themselves in each other, someone was capturing every moment.

Every touch.

Every kiss.

Every betrayal.