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>The sky had no stars, all of them gone, hidden somewhere away from the eyes of the world. The midnight sky was not glistening with hopes and dreams, only the cold light of the moon bathed Astor as he stepped outside the house, a deep breath resting on his chest. He wanted to avoid them, even though he had tried to keep himself in there he felt like he was suffocating, the air getting less and less with each one of their laughs, every single one of their stares and whispers. They were curious, and intrigued by what they had witnessed a while back and probably Ren's domineering image was still clear in their minds while they had their dinner. Niss was taking care of it all, freeing Astor from the torture of having to be around them. </p>

The Start of the End pt. 3