Coy didn't know the difference between herself and her pack members. As far as she was concerned they were the same, they were family. She had always been a part of the pack for as long as she could remembered. There were times when she felt different but those moments were few and quick to pass. Then along came the strange wolf that was even bigger than she was. He smelled of the forest, humans and wolves. He moved in a way that intrigued her even though all the wolves in her pack moved just as beautifully. She was so drawn to him that she refused to allow the pack to attack him. But how could she get the pack to accept him when he was clearly so different from them? How could she get him to accept her pack when he didn't seem to want to even be there? Hours, days, weeks. Bentley didn't like the idea of a wolf born mate, a wolf that couldn't shift. He was a shifter. He wanted a shifter mate, not that he ever thought about it until now. Still, he was taught the Creator didn't make mistakes. So, he had to step up and get to know this wolf. He stayed, stealing the moments and glances he could. When he found out the wolf couldn't be his mate he still couldn't make himself drive away. He didn't know what the attachment between them was but it was undeniably an connection. He needed to find the reason for the bond.

Running away from something, or someone- she couldn't quite remember-, Raven was unknowingly aided by the beta of the Bloodrose pack. He led her to their territory, where judgment overwhelmed her, but soon, it didn't matter to her. She met Dasker. While he was, indeed, handsome, a distinct coldness shadowed him. Yet, Raven was uncontrollably attracted to him, in a way she couldn't comprehend. Soon, the truth of his person and rank would be revealed, but what would happen once she finally saw him for who he really was? Would it bring her closer to unveiling her true self, as well? Or would she just stray further from her destiny?

Watson Young has always been a bright kid, no one could deny that, but even the most intelligent people can make the dumbest mistakes. Keep the dumbest secrets hidden. Watson was rather good at that, considering that no one knows about the stuff he deals with at home. Elijah Andrews, one of the wealthiest kids in the school, but doesn't necessarily describe Elijah, no, that describes his financial state. Elijah's not stupid, he knows his friends are pretty fake, seen the drooling stare with money in their eyes, blinding them from seeing Elijah as something more than walking money. Elijah had a busy schedule, which was probably why he never noticed Watson, the small cello player in the school's orchestra. He never saw the guy who sat in the back of his classes, never speaking a word to everyone. But neither did anyone else, if they had, maybe they would have noticed the bruises covering Watson's arms from a mixture of bullies and his drunken father. What happens when the school's wealthiest attendee notices the quiet cello playing boy with too many unexplainable bruises?

An ADAPTATION of Phayu & Rain's love story that follows the LITA storyline BUT with new scenes and more insight into their feelings. 🔞WARNING 18+: Contains Explicit Content 🌶️🔥. I do not mark chapters as explicit. It may appear anywhere in story. ⛔️ Please do not repost, republish, or reproduce any portion of this without my explicit consent. Love the LITA story, but didn't like how stupid and naive Rain was sometimes. So some changes here. Phayu is so in love, let's hear more of what is going on in his head. Adding some new love/NC scenes...why not? WATTPAD RANKING 5.16.2023 #1 first love /24K stories WATTPAD RANKED 4.11.2023 #1 loveintheair #1 lovestorm #1 phayuxrain #1 mame #1 payu DISCLAIMER: LITA and PhayuRain characters belong to MAME and MeMindY. New or additional scenes for this adaptaton are purely from my imagination as the author. CREDITS: 1. English translations of dialogue pulled from LITA are credited to RAIN FOR MY STORM translation team on Viki 2. All photos used are credited to owner, usually marked on photo.