Yaminoyosei

Astor was the first son of the HighFangs’ Alpha, a young man who was supposed to be the next leader of the pack if fate had not decided to laugh at him
On the tragic day he was born, he brought a curse with him, that’s what everyone told him, and that’s why everyone hated him. Growing up he had never felt happiness. The abuse and loneliness made him hate his pack, his own people, but a promise to his mother kept him chained there, unable to be free.
“My poor Astor, please help your brother become a good leader. My lovely child, forgive me” she had pleaded before she left him. He would always do as he was told, stay silent, and obey trying to not lose the last bit of family he had, the little purpose in his life until even his own family betrayed him. The brother he had tried so hard to support had thrown him away, leaving him in a place he did not know with a man that scared him, hovering over him like a deadly beast. 

“I must truly be cursed.” He had cried, wishing for his life to end. 
“You? Cursed? How can someone as beautiful as you be cursed?” the man told him and from that moment on his whole life changed.

Stolen By The Moon

Nash looked angry still, sitting at the edge of Astor's bed all tense, blood on his sweet face as he tapped his foot on the polished floor of the bedroom.

Astor was anxious, seeing Nash react this way, trying to understand what he meant just from those little words he had told him. Take everything away from him even though Astor had nothing. What could he possibly take that the white-haired werewolf wasn't already willing to give?

Astor adored Ren, every day more and more his feelings would grow. The more he looked at him, the more he heard his voice and his name coming from his lips, he fell deeper and deeper into this rabbit hole that he had found out was starting to be a bit more than fondness, a bit more than a crush.

"Please Nash, don't make me wait any longer." Astor begged him, his eyes glued on him as he waited to hear the gruesome truth. He had imagined terrible things, vicious words but what would follow was nowhere near to his thoughts.

A Deadly Truth