A late night in the middle of june, lost in a small town on Australia, Chan found himself hanging out with his friends at a bar-café. Drinks in hand, some were leaned against the counter, the others up on their feets, chatting and laughing. The night was calm, the air was still warm; summer was coming and the atmosphere was cheerful already, as if looking forward to the endless nights of fun in july and august. Chan looked away to watch the ocean, the reflect of the starts shining on the water, and that's when he saw you for the first time ever. Laughing with your friends, you walked in the bar, and Chan could've swore time stopped. Everything about you made his alpha groan. Your smile, your hair, the way your eyes closed as you laughed. Your silhouette, your fingers, the way happiness seemed to be present in every part of your skin. He saw it. He saw the small, white aura circling you, the aura that made his alpha growl. His mate. Had he just met his mate, at 2 a.m. in Australia, while chugging down glasses of cocktails and chatting with the boys of his college fraternity?