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

Niss knocked on Astor's door, the werewolf staring at her as she stood a few meters away from him. She could come in but she decided not to, she waited to be allowed inside. Astor of course welcomed her, the young woman stepping in hastily as she watched Astor place a few of his clothes back in their drawers. They had arrived back home with Ren later than them and now they were taking their time to settle in.

"Sorry to disturb you." She said and Astor frowned, his eyebrows coming close together. The Niss he knew would have jumped on his bed by now, yapping about all kinds of things but the blonde woman seemed skeptical, hesitant to approach him.

"You are not bothering me." He told her. "Do you need something? You can sit with me if you want." Astor patted the place next to him on the bed, smiling at her and she slowly relaxed. Taking her place next to him she stared Astor into his green eyes, regret showing in hers.

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