Rejected By My Mate; Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets Chapter 392

The private resort was nothing short of paradise, a world where reality didn’t exist, and Kate Andrews had never felt more at peace.

From the moment she and Thomas Winters had woken up, wrapped in the luxury of the king-sized bed draped in expensive silk sheets, the world outside had ceased to matter.

Kate stretched lazily as she turned onto her side, her bare skin brushing against Thomas’s.

The morning sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the entire suite in a golden glow.

The sound of waves crashing against the shore echoed in the distance, a gentle reminder that they were tucked away in a haven built for the most elite.

Thomas was still half-asleep, one arm draped over her waist, his breathing steady and deep.

Kate smirked, leaning in slightly, her lips brushing against his stubbled jawline. “Are we just going to lie here all day?”

Thomas made a low, sleepy sound in his throat before tightening his grip on her, pulling her flush against his chest. “That was the plan,” he murmured, his voice husky from sleep.

Kate chuckled, loving the way he held her. “So no business meetings? No scheming?”

Thomas exhaled, his hand slowly trailing down her back. “For today, just us.”

Kate arched her brow. “Isn’t that what you said yesterday?”

Thomas smirked, rolling on top of her, caging her between his arms. “Then maybe I’m not ready to leave this bed yet.”

Kate’s laugh was swallowed by his lips, and they spent another hour wrapped in each other, savoring the freedom of being completely isolated from the outside world.

—

After finally dragging themselves out of bed, Kate slipped into an elegant silk robe, while Thomas dressed in a white linen shirt and loose slacks, looking every bit the powerful businessman at leisure.

Breakfast was served on the private balcony overlooking the ocean—a spread of fresh tropical fruits, golden croissants, and smoked salmon on delicate toast, accompanied by flutes of chilled mimosa.

Kate let out a satisfied hum as she took a sip, glancing over at Thomas. “If you keep spoiling me like this, I might start thinking you actually care about me.”

Thomas chuckled, cutting into his meal. “You say that like I don’t.”

Kate smirked. “You care about having me. There’s a difference.”

Thomas’s gaze darkened slightly. “Semantics.”

Kate shook her head, but the possessive glint in his eyes sent a thrill down her spine.

—

After breakfast, they spent hours at the spa, indulging in deep-tissue massages, body scrubs infused with exotic oils, and facials meant to make them glow.

Kate lay face down on the massage table, sighing in pleasure as the skilled hands of the masseuse worked out every bit of tension in her muscles.

“See?” Thomas said from the next table over, his voice lazy, content. “I told you staying off the internet for the day was a good idea.”

Kate smirked, her eyes closed. “I won’t argue with that. This is heaven.”

Thomas chuckled. “And it’s all yours.”

—

By early afternoon, they found themselves on a luxury yacht, sailing along the crystal-clear coastline.

The sun kissed Kate’s skin as she stood at the edge of the deck, watching the way the water shimmered like liquid sapphire.

Thomas walked up behind her, sliding his arms around her waist. “Like what you see?”

Kate leaned back against him, smirking. “I do. But I think I like what’s behind me even more.”

Thomas chuckled, his lips brushing her ear. “You’re insatiable.”

Kate turned in his arms, trailing her fingers down his chest. “And you love it.”

Their kiss was slow, indulgent, filled with the kind of passion that came from knowing they had nowhere else to be.

They spent hours on the yacht, indulging in fresh oysters, champagne, and stolen moments that never seemed to end.

—

By the time they returned to the resort, the sky was painted in hues of gold and pink, the sun dipping beneath the horizon.

Instead of heading back inside, they took a long walk along the private beach, the sand warm beneath their bare feet.

Kate kicked at the waves playfully, her laughter carried by the wind. “This is perfect.”

Thomas smiled, watching her. “You like the simple things, don’t you?”

Kate turned to him, tilting her head. “You think this is simple? You literally own a resort.”

Thomas smirked. “True. But the way you’re acting… It's like you don’t even care about the money. Just the experience.”

Kate stepped closer, her fingers trailing up his arm. “Because for once, I don’t have to worry about anything.”

“Though, it kind of hurt that Ryan never tried to reach out to me.” She says with a sigh.

Thomas’s gaze flickered with something unreadable before he cupped her face and kissed her deeply.

He didn’t want to hear more of Ryan.

—

Later that evening, after a long, hot shower, Kate changed into a deep emerald green dress, while Thomas looked effortlessly regal in a black button-up and tailored slacks.

Dinner was set on the terrace of the villa, candles flickering, the scent of jasmine lingering in the air.

Kate took a sip of red wine, savoring the warmth that spread through her.

“You know,” she mused, “I could get used to this.”

Thomas smirked. “Then get used to it.”

Kate chuckled. “That's easy, huh?”

“For you? Always.”

She arched her brow. “You really are dangerous, you know that?”

Thomas leaned back in his chair, sipping his drink. “I like to think of myself as persuasive.”

Kate shook her head, smiling.

And then—

Her phone rang.

She blinked, surprised. She had turned off notifications, but this was a call.

She glanced at the screen. Rolly.

Kate sighed. “What now?”

She picked up. “Rolly, I told you I was off the grid today.”

“Kate, you need to check the internet. Right now.”

Kate frowned. “Why?”

“There’s a major scandal blowing up. It’s all over the news, and it might be someone we know!”

Kate exhaled, already losing interest. “I don’t care about celebrity gossip.”

“Kate, just check. Trust me.”

Kate sighed, hanging up the call before opening her browser.

And then—

Her heart stopped.

The image was everywhere.

A blurred-out photo of two naked bodies in bed.

The headline was screaming in bold letters.

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

Kate froze.

Her breath hitched.

She didn’t even need to click on the article to know the truth.

Because a guilty person always recognizes their own crime.

And this crime?

It was hers.

Her hands shook as she scrolled further.

The speculation was rampant.

And worst of all?

The world was starting to connect the dots.

Kate’s stomach twisted violently.

She felt sick.

Thomas, noticing her sudden change in demeanor, frowned. “What is it?”

Kate swallowed hard, her voice hoarse. “You need to see this.”

She slid the phone across the table.

Thomas picked it up, his expression darkening.

A long silence stretched between them.

Then, his voice was ice cold.

“Who the hell did this?”