Wade's pov

I was sitting at my desk, staring blankly at my computer screen when my phone rang. It was my dad. I groaned inwardly, not really in the mood to talk to him. I picked up the phone and put it to my ear.

"Hey, dad," I said, trying to sound cheerful." I already said I would come to see you."

"Wade, we need to talk," he said, his voice stern.

"Sure, what's up?" I asked, already sensing that this was going to be a difficult conversation.

"I want you to stop the search for that girl Blake. If you are worried about a mate, I have servers, eligible...