Rejected By My Mate; Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets Chapter 401

Ryan had no recollection of how he had gotten home last night. The entire evening had been a blur, the memories hazy with alcohol and rage.

He barely remembered leaving the dinner, barely remembered storming out of the hall after witnessing the most humiliating moment of his life—his fiancée and his father, together.

The video had played for everyone to see, a grotesque display of betrayal that had stripped him of every ounce of control.

He had staggered into his car, driven blindly through the city, his mind spiraling in disbelief and fury. Somehow, he had made it home, but after that… nothing.

Now, as morning crept in through the large windows of his penthouse, Ryan lay sprawled on the floor of his living room.

Empty bottles surrounded him, the sharp scent of whiskey thick in the air. His clothes were wrinkled, his hair a disheveled mess, and his knuckles were bruised—probably from punching something in his drunken state.

The pounding on his front door barely registered in his fogged brain.

“Ryan!” A voice called from the other side, frustration laced in every syllable. “Open the damn door, man!”

The knocking persisted, growing louder and more urgent. After several moments, the door burst open, and Ethan stepped inside, his face twisted in exasperation.

He took one glance at the mess in the living room, the bottles littering the floor, and the unmoving figure of Ryan, and let out a heavy sigh.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, stepping forward and crouching beside his friend. “Ryan, wake up!”

Ryan groaned, shifting slightly but refusing to open his eyes. His head felt like it had been split in half, the pounding inside his skull unbearable.

“Go away,” he slurred, barely coherent.

Ethan rolled his eyes. “Not happening.” He grabbed Ryan’s arm and hauled him into a sitting position, ignoring the half-hearted resistance.

“You look like absolute shit.”

Ryan chuckled bitterly, his head lolling forward. “Feels about right.”

Ethan sighed, taking in the state of him—the dark circles under his eyes, the haunted expression, the way his shoulders slumped as if the weight of the world had finally broken him.

“You drank yourself unconscious, didn’t you?” Ethan asked, already knowing the answer.

Ryan let out a dry laugh, rubbing his face with one hand. “What else was I supposed to do? Celebrate?”

Ethan exhaled sharply and stood up, walking toward the kitchen. “You need coffee. And a shower. And—hell, maybe a full-blown exorcism at this point.”

Ryan leaned back against the couch, his expression vacant. He had lost count of how many drinks he had down last night.

All he remembered was drowning himself in whiskey, hoping to forget, hoping to erase the image of Kate and Thomas from his mind. But no amount of alcohol could wipe it away.

Ethan returned moments later with a bottle of water and tossed it at Ryan, who barely caught it in time.

“Drink,” Ethan ordered.

Ryan obeyed, taking small sips, the cold liquid doing little to ease the ache in his head.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke. Then, Ethan finally broke the silence.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” he said bluntly.

Ryan huffed. “Gee, thanks.”

Ethan shook his head. “You gave up Serena for Kate,” he continued, his tone sharp.

“And for what? For some twisted lie she told you? You threw away a woman who actually loved you, who would’ve done anything for you, because of a manipulative snake.”

Ryan’s jaw tightened, guilt clawing at his chest. “I know,” he murmured.

Ethan scoffed. “Oh, now you know?”

Ryan sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I was blind. I let Kate twist everything. I let her make me believe that Serena—” He cut himself off, shaking his head. “I was a goddamn fool.”

Ethan leaned against the table, arms crossed. “And now what? Are you just gonna sit here and wallow in self-pity? Because that won’t fix anything.”

Ryan exhaled slowly. “There’s nothing left to fix, Ethan.”

Ethan studied him for a moment before speaking. “Do you still love her?”

Ryan’s entire body tensed.

It was a question he had avoided for years, a truth he had buried beneath pride and bitterness.

But now, with everything out in the open, with the weight of his mistakes crushing him, he could no longer lie to himself.

“Yes,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Ethan nodded. “Then do something about it.”

Before Ryan could respond, his phone rang, the sound making him wince. He glanced at the screen, his brows furrowing when he saw Emma’s name.

His stomach twisted. Emma never called him.

Something was wrong.

He quickly answered. “Emma?”

“Mr Ryan!” Emma’s voice was frantic, her breathing uneven. “Serena and Amy—”

Ryan’s blood ran cold. “What about them?”

“They’re missing!”

The room spun.

Ryan stood up so fast he nearly knocked over the table. “What the hell do you mean missing?”

Emma’s voice shook as she spoke. “Serena never showed up to the office. She’s never late without informing me. I went to her apartment, but no one was there. So I checked Amy’s school—”

Ryan’s grip on the phone tightened. “And?”

“Amy never showed up.”

His breath caught in his throat. His mind raced, scenarios flashing before his eyes—Serena wouldn’t just disappear. She wouldn’t take Amy and leave without a trace.

This wasn’t right.

Something had happened.

Ethan was watching him closely now, sensing the shift in his energy. “What’s going on?”

Ryan ignored him, his heartbeat thundering in his ears. “Did you check with anyone else? Maybe she—”

“Ryan,” Emma interrupted, her voice barely holding together. “I know Serena. If she was going somewhere, she would have told me. Something’s wrong. I can feel it.”

Ryan’s jaw clenched. His instincts screamed at him—Emma was right.

This wasn’t just Serena taking a day off. This was something much, much worse.

“Where are you now?” Ryan asked, his voice sharp, his mind already forming a plan.

“I’m at her office,” Emma replied. “I—I didn’t know who else to call.”

Ryan grabbed his keys, his exhaustion forgotten. “Stay there. I’m coming.”

He hung up and turned to Ethan, his expression dark.

“Serena and Amy are missing,” he said, his voice tight with barely contained rage.

Ethan’s eyes widened. “Missing?”

Ryan nodded, already heading toward the door. “Something’s happened to them. I need to find them.”

Ethan quickly grabbed his jacket. “I’m coming with you.”

There was no time to argue. Ryan didn’t need convincing—he needed answers.

Because there was only one thought consuming his mind now.

Whoever took them was going to pay.