Rejected By My Mate; Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets Chapter 393

The moment Thomas Winters finished reading the headlines, his jaw clenched, and a dark fury settled in his icy blue eyes.

Kate, sitting across from him, fidgeted with her phone, her fingers gripping the screen so tightly her knuckles had turned white.

Neither of them spoke for a moment, the weight of what had just happened settling over them like a heavy storm cloud.

Kate exhaled sharply, tossing her phone onto the table. “How the hell did this happen?”

Thomas’s face remained unreadable, but there was a dangerous edge to his voice. “Someone was watching us.”

Kate’s stomach twisted. “That’s impossible. We’ve been careful, Thomas! This place is private. Exclusive.”

Thomas leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table, his gaze sharp as a knife. “Obviously not private enough.”

Kate swallowed hard. The idea of someone—some unseen pair of eyes—spying on them while they were completely unaware and busy fucking themselves made her skin crawl.

“We need to think,” she said, forcing herself to stay calm. “Who would do this? Who would want to leak something like this?”

Thomas ran a hand through his hair, his frustration simmering beneath the surface. “Plenty of people. But my first guess? Serena.”

Kate’s eyes widened slightly, but the moment she thought about it, it made perfect sense.

Serena had every reason to want revenge. She had been quiet for too long, and now, it seemed she had finally made her move.

“That bitch,” Kate hissed under her breath.

Thomas sat back, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “If it was her, then she’s playing a dangerous game. She hasn’t revealed our identities yet, but she’s leaving just enough hints for the media to dig deeper.”

Kate swallowed, suddenly feeling exposed. “If people start figuring it out, my name—your name—”

Thomas cut her off with a sharp glance. “No one will figure it out. We won’t let them.”

Kate bit her lip. “But what if—?”

“We control the narrative before it spreads further,” Thomas interrupted. “But before we handle the damage, we need to get out of here. We’re not safe in this resort anymore.”

Kate’s eyes widened slightly. “You think whoever took these pictures could still be watching us?”

Thomas’s gaze darkened. “I don’t take risks, Kate. And right now, staying here is a risk.”

That was all she needed to hear.

She nodded quickly. “Fine. I’ll pack my things and leave immediately.”

Thomas stood, already pulling out his phone to make arrangements. “Go now. Don’t talk to anyone. We’ll deal with this once I get back home.”

Kate hurried back into the villa, her heart pounding as she grabbed her things.

She had come to this resort thinking she was untouchable, that she could have everything—Ryan, Thomas, wealth, power— without consequences.

But now?

Now, it felt like everything was slipping through her fingers.

—

Thomas arrived home just past midnight.

The mansion was dimly lit, the grand hallways eerily silent as he stepped inside.

He took a deep breath, rolling his shoulders before heading toward the bedroom.

If he was lucky, Margaret would be asleep.

The last thing he needed was another one of her accusations.

But as soon as he stepped inside the bedroom, he saw her.

Margaret Winters was sitting up in bed, arms crossed, waiting.

His jaw tensed. Of course, she was awake.

Margaret arched her brow. “Well, well. Look who finally decided to come home.”

Thomas loosened his tie, keeping his expression blank. “It was a long day.”

Margaret scoffed, sliding out of bed. “Oh, I’m sure it was.”

She walked toward him slowly, studying him, trying to read the smallest shift in his expression.

“Where were you, Thomas?” she asked, her tone deceptively calm.

Thomas exhaled sharply, shrugging off his jacket. “Business. You know how it is.”

Margaret hummed, leaning against the vanity. “Business?”

Thomas met her gaze without flinching. “Yes.”

Margaret tilted her head. “Funny. Because I don’t recall business keeping you away for almost two days.”

Thomas remained silent, carefully unbuttoning his cuffs.

Margaret stepped closer. “Tell me the truth, Thomas.”

He forced a sigh, raking a hand through his hair. “I had meetings out of town. It was last-minute, and I didn’t have time to call.”

Margaret let out a dry chuckle. “A last-minute business trip that required you to be unreachable? That’s a new one.”

Thomas kept his mask on, knowing she was waiting for a mistake, waiting for a slip.

Instead, he walked over to the bedside table, pouring himself a glass of whiskey.

Margaret watched him carefully, but then—her lips curled into something that resembled amusement.

“You know,” she mused, “I saw the craziest thing on the internet today.”

Thomas froze for half a second.

She didn’t miss it.

But just as quickly as the hesitation came, he masked it.

He turned, sipping his whiskey slowly. “Oh? And what would that be?”

Margaret smirked. “Some scandalous photos. Two naked people, tangled in sheets. Their faces were covered, but the headline was very interesting.”

Thomas remained silent.

Margaret stepped closer, her voice laced with mock curiosity. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you, darling?”

Thomas met her gaze head-on. “Should I?”

Margaret held his stare, the silence between them stretching dangerously thin.

Then, she let out a soft laugh, shaking her head.

“No, of course not,” she said, her tone too smooth, too controlled. “Because my husband would never get caught in something so… reckless.”

Thomas smirked, setting his glass down. “Exactly.”

Margaret studied him for a moment longer before stepping back. “Well, in that case, I suppose it’s just another mystery for the media to solve.”

Thomas watched her closely, sensing that she wasn’t convinced.

She didn’t know it was him.

Not yet.

But the way she was testing him, teasing him, he knew she was suspicious.

And suspicion?

Suspicion was dangerous.

Margaret sighed, walking toward the closet. “I’m going to bed. Goodnight, Thomas.”

Thomas stayed where he was, listening as she slipped under the covers.

When he was sure she had turned away, he pulled out his phone, scanning the articles again.

The media was digging deeper.

And if he didn’t get ahead of this?

It wouldn’t be long before someone figured out the truth.