Rejected By My Mate; Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets Chapter 403

Emma paced back and forth in Serena’s office, her mind racing. The weight of the situation pressed heavily on her chest, making it hard to breathe.

Serena and Amy had been missing for hours now, and even with Ryan already taking action, she felt helpless.

Her fingers itched to do something—anything—but she had no idea where to start.

Then, suddenly, it hit her.

Steve Jacobs.

Emma stopped mid-step, her breath catching. How could she have forgotten about him? Steve was the man who had helped Serena rebuild her life after her messy divorce with Ryan.

He had been one of her strongest allies when she was at her lowest. If there was anyone who would move mountains to find Serena, it was him.

Without wasting another second, she grabbed her phone and quickly dialed his number.

The call rang twice before a deep, familiar voice answered. “Emma? You called? Is everything alright over there? I’ve been so busy with other things that I haven’t been able to come over to the office to see Serena and Amy.”

“Steve,” she gasped, still trying to catch her breath. “It’s Serena—she’s been kidnapped. Amy too.”

A long pause stretched between them before Steve spoke again, his tone sharp. “What?”

Emma swallowed hard, trying to steady her voice. “Serena and Amy—they’re missing. We think Thomas Winters is behind it. He—he’s demanding fifty million dollars from Ryan in exchange for them.”

Steve’s breathing was controlled, but Emma could sense the fury beneath it. “Where are you right now?”

“I’m at Serena’s company. Ryan’s here too—we’ve already informed him. He confronted his father, and we have him on record admitting to everything.”

Steve let out a slow, deliberate exhale. “Do you have any idea where they might be?”

Emma shook her head, even though he couldn’t see her. “Not yet. But Ryan’s about to call Thomas again. The police are setting up a trace as we speak.”

“Good,” Steve said firmly. “I’m on my way to you now. Keep me updated. Whatever happens, I want to go on this search.”

Emma hesitated for only a second before nodding. “Of course.”

They hung up, and Emma turned to find Ryan standing near the desk, his phone gripped tightly in his hand.

His jaw was tense, his expression unreadable. But his eyes— those dark, piercing eyes were filled with unrelenting determination.

“I just sent the recording to the police,” he said, his voice low and controlled.

Emma swallowed, stepping closer. “Ryan… are you sure about this? He’s your father.”

Ryan let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “That man stopped being my father the moment he could fuck Kate, my supposed fiancé.” His fingers curled into a fist.

“I don’t give a damn about him anymore. The only thing that matters right now is getting Serena and Amy back.”

Emma nodded slowly. “The police… what did they say?”

Ryan exhaled sharply. “They’re moving fast. With the recording as evidence, they don’t need a warrant to track him. But they need one more thing—an active line.”

Emma’s brows furrowed. “An active line?”

Ryan turned his phone around, showing her the screen. A new message.

It was from Thomas.

The text contained nothing but a bank account number.

Emma’s stomach twisted. “That’s the account he wants the ransom sent to.”

Ryan’s lips pressed into a tight line. “The police want me to call him. They’re going to tap the call, use it to pinpoint his location. But Thomas warned me—if he even suspects the cops are involved, he’ll kill them both.”

A heavy silence filled the room.

Emma sucked in a shaky breath. “Do we have any other choice?”

Ryan didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he pulled out his other phone—the one he had used to record his earlier conversation with Thomas—and pressed the record button again.

“No,” he finally admitted. “We don’t.”

He took a step away, pressing the call button.

The line rang once.

Twice.

Then—

“Ryan,” Thomas answered smoothly, his voice completely void of worry.

Ryan’s grip on his phone tightened. “Where are they?”

A chuckle. “Straight to the point. I like that.”

Ryan’s jaw clenched. “Send me the full details of where to wire the money.”

Thomas hummed, as if he were considering something. “You sound awfully cooperative. That’s unlike you, son.”

Ryan forced himself to remain calm. “You win, okay? You want the money, you’ll get it. But I need proof that they’re still alive.”

Thomas was silent for a moment. Then—

A shuffling sound. A muffled whimper.

Ryan’s entire body went rigid.

Then came a small, terrified voice. “Daddy?”

Amy.

Ryan’s breath caught in his throat. He gripped the phone so tightly his fingers turned white.

“I’m here, sweetheart,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “I’m going to get you out of there, okay?”

A sniffle. Then more rustling.

And then Serena’s voice came through, weak but sharp. “Ryan, don’t—”

Before she could finish, the phone was yanked away, and Thomas’ voice returned, cold and amused. “See? They’re both just fine. For now.”

Ryan’s teeth clenched. “You son of a bitch.”

Thomas laughed, completely unbothered. “Temper, temper. Now, listen carefully, Ryan. If I so much as smell the police on this, I swear on my life that you’ll never see them again.”

Ryan inhaled slowly, forcing himself to remain composed. “I understand.”

“Good,” Thomas said. “You have one hour.”

Click.

The line went dead.

Ryan’s hands shook as he lowered the phone.

He turned to Emma, his face pale but his eyes burning with fury. “Did they get it?”

Emma nodded, pressing her earpiece. “They got it. The police traced the call. They’re narrowing it down.”

Ryan exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face. His mind was spinning, his heart hammering.

One hour.

They had one hour to find them before Thomas did something irreversible.

Just then, the door burst open, and Steve Jacobs strode in, his expression hard as stone. “Tell me you have something,” he demanded.

Ryan met his gaze, his voice like steel. “We do.”

Steve didn’t hesitate. “Then let’s go.”