Rejected By My Mate; Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets Chapter 391

Serena sat in her office at Rocky’s Designs, leaning back in her chair with a smug expression, her fingers scrolling through headline after headline on her phone. The scandal had exploded far beyond what she had anticipated. Every media outlet, gossip blog, and high-profile forum was talking about it.

Across from her, Emma was grinning like a Cheshire cat, flipping through different online articles on her laptop.

“This is golden,” Emma laughed, shaking her head in pure delight. “You really outdid yourself this time, Serena.”

Serena smirked, taking a sip of her coffee as she read through some of the more ridiculous headlines.

• “Elite Power Couple or Secret Lovers? Scandalous Image Shakes Up LA’s Upper Class!”

• “A Forbidden Affair? Two High-Profile Figures Caught in a Compromising Position!”

• “Secret Romance in the Shadows – Guess Who These Two Influential Figures Are!”

Serena scoffed, tilting her phone toward Emma. “They’re all scrambling to figure out who it is. It’s hilarious.”

Emma nodded eagerly. “And the best part? Since we didn’t show their faces, everyone is losing their minds trying to connect the dots. The media is going insane trying to confirm identities.”

Serena clicked on the comment section of one of the posts, skimming through the public’s wild guesses.

• “This has to be a politician and his mistress!”

• “Look at the setting—this screams billionaire CEO drama.”

• “I bet it’s some Hollywood producer and a young model.”

• “Wait… what if it’s someone from Winters Corp? There have been rumors flying around about some internal drama.”

Serena’s smirk widened. “Oh, they’re so close. So damn close.”

Emma chuckled. “It won’t be long before someone pieces it together.”

Serena leaned forward, her eyes gleaming. “That’s what I want. Let them speculate, let them dig. The deeper they look, the worse it gets for Thomas and Kate.”

Emma nodded, eyes still glued to her laptop. “Do you think Ryan has seen this yet?”

Serena exhaled, setting her phone down. “If he hasn’t, he will soon. And when he does…”

Emma leaned forward, intrigued. “Then what?”

Serena smirked, crossing her arms. “Then the real fun begins.”

—

Meanwhile, at an exclusive designer boutique in Beverly Hills, Margaret Winters stood in front of a large mirror, adjusting the fit of an elegant, form-fitting blue dress.

Her friend, Eleanor Harrington, clapped her hands together. “Oh, Margaret, this is the one. You look stunning!”

Margaret turned slightly, observing herself. The dress hugged her curves in a way that made her feel powerful, a feeling she had long forgotten.

She let out a small chuckle. “I don’t know, Eleanor. It’s a bit bold, don’t you think?”

Eleanor waved a hand dismissively. “Nonsense. You need to start embracing boldness. You’ve spent too many years blending into the background.”

Margaret sighed, smoothing her hands over the silky fabric. “Maybe you’re right.”

Eleanor smiled knowingly. “Of course, I am. Now, stop second-guessing yourself and buy the damn dress.”

Margaret chuckled, shaking her head. “Fine. But just one dress.”

Eleanor gave her a mischievous smirk. “Oh, darling, we both know you’re leaving here with more than one.”

Margaret rolled her eyes, but deep down, she was grateful for Eleanor’s presence.

Shopping with her felt good. It felt like a temporary escape from the disaster that had become her marriage.

But as she stepped toward the checkout counter, an uneasy feeling crawled up her spine.

She froze, her fingers tightening around the dress hanger.

Something felt… off.

Like she was being watched.

She slowly turned her head, scanning the boutique, her gaze flickering over the displays, the elegant furniture, the other shoppers.

Nothing seemed out of place.

But the feeling didn’t go away.

It was there—a nagging sensation, a prickling at the back of her neck, as if a pair of eyes were locked onto her.

Eleanor, who had been watching her curiously, frowned. “Margaret? What’s wrong?”

Margaret hesitated, glancing around again. “I don’t know… I just feel like someone’s watching me.”

Eleanor blinked before casually scanning the boutique herself.

But just like Margaret, she saw nothing unusual.

Eleanor lowered her sunglasses slightly. “Darling, I hate to break it to you, but no one is paying attention to us. You’re just being paranoid.”

Margaret exhaled, trying to shake off the feeling. “Maybe. But it just… it doesn’t feel right.”

Eleanor linked their arms together, giving her a reassuring smile. “You’ve been under a lot of stress, Margaret. Your mind is probably playing tricks on you. Now, let’s go pay for our fabulous outfits and get some champagne.”

Margaret sighed but nodded, forcing herself to push aside the unease.

She was probably imagining things.

Right?

—

But outside the boutique, tucked away in the shadow of a nearby building, someone was watching.

A figure in a dark hoodie leaned against a sleek black car, holding up a camera with a zoom lens, carefully capturing images of Margaret inside the store.

The camera clicked softly, the shutter sound swallowed by the city noise.

A few more pictures.

A slow smile tucked at the lips as the figure kept zooming in on the picture he had just taken.

“Looking so breathtaking as ever, Sweetheart…” The figure placed a kiss on the camera screen and with that, the figure slipped into the car, disappearing as quickly as they had appeared.

~

Margaret Winters sighed as she walked through the grand entrance of the Winters Mansion, the familiar scent of fresh flowers and polished wood greeting her.

The shopping trip with Eleanor had been a welcome distraction, but the unease she had felt at the boutique still lingered.

It had been subtle, just a whisper of a feeling, but it had been strong enough to shake her.

Now, as she stepped inside the silent mansion, she felt it creeping back in again.

She set down her shopping bags near the staircase and exhaled, rubbing her temple. The house felt too quiet, as if the air itself was holding its breath.

She glanced at the grandfather clock in the hallway.

10:43 PM.

And still… no sign of Thomas.

Her jaw tightened.

Not a single text. Not a single call.

After all their arguments. After everything she had accused him of. After she had demanded answers the night before—he still had the audacity to stay away?

Margaret pulled out her phone, her fingers gripping it tightly.

She stared at her screen. No new messages.

She pressed her lips together, debating whether or not to call him.

Would it even make a difference?

Would he even pick up?

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of heels clicking against the marble floor.

The head housekeeper, Mrs. Evans, appeared at the entrance to the living room, her expression hesitant.

“Mrs. Winters,” she said softly. “Would you like me to prepare tea before you retire for the night?”

Margaret hesitated before shaking her head. “No, thank you, Mrs. Evans.”

The housekeeper nodded but lingered for a moment. “Would you like me to call Mr. Winters for you?”

Margaret’s stomach twisted.

The staff had noticed.

Of course, they had.

She forced a small, tight smile. “That won’t be necessary.”

Mrs. Evans nodded politely. “Very well, ma’am. Let me know if you need anything.”

As the housekeeper disappeared, Margaret took a deep breath and slowly made her way toward the living room.

She sat down on the couch, staring at the cold, empty fireplace.

Where are you, Thomas?

Her fingers tightened into a fist on her lap.

He was doing this on purpose.

Punishing her for questioning him.

Ignoring her, waiting for her to break down and call him first.

She refused to give him that satisfaction.

Instead, she picked up the remote, turned on the TV, and flipped through the news channels.

And then—

She froze.

Her breath hitched.

Because there it was.

On the screen.

A blurred-out image of two naked people tangled together in bed.

And underneath it, the headline that made her stomach drop:

“Elite Power Couple or Secret Lovers? High-Profile Figures Caught in a Scandalous Affair!”

Margaret’s blood ran cold.

Her hand trembled as she grabbed the remote and turned up the volume.

“Though their identities remain unknown, this mystery affair has the entire city buzzing. Some are speculating that this could be a massive corporate scandal involving well-known figures. Others believe this might be linked to the ongoing controversies surrounding Winters Corp…”

Margaret’s head spun at the mention of winter corp.

Was this a coincidence?

Was this why Thomas had been so absent?

Her heart pounded painfully against her chest as she hoped it was someone different in the pictures.

And then, a much darker thought crept in.

What if…?