Chapter 11

Earlier that evening…

Mate. Mate. MATE.

Leo was about to lose his fucking mind. After he’d listened to the endless parade of Lionesses, and their overachieving mothers sing their praises, he wanted nothing more than to get the fuck out of the Palace with Sheila.

She had ignored his texts, was not in his bedroom when he went to search for her. And yes, he looked. He’d stalked out of the interview room, leaving a dozen angry Lionesses waiting, but she was gone.

His unclaimed mate was nowhere to be found, and his Lion had nearly shredded him from the inside out. He felt raw fear for a full minute till it almost crippled him. Then, after he’d regained his senses, Leo made a few phone calls.

“Yeah, she’s here, man. Everything cool?” Derrick Rand had picked up his phone on the second ring.

“It will be,” Leo had answered.