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

<p>Astor was standing at the doorframe, his green eyes expressionally staring at his little brother lying on his bed. His chest was rising rhythmically, the effects of the poison slowly leaving his body. Nash had made an antidote per Ren's request and had given it to him while they were downstairs, talking. Soon, Edwin would come through the front door searching for Zeth, seeing that he was already very late to his duties he would be in a foul mood, and having them around was definitely not going to make him feel any better. </p>

A Fateful Deal