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>(I made a little change in the previous chapter's end for the flow of the story! Sorry about that.)</p>

<p>Ren held the book he had requested in his hands again. Nash had delivered it to him and just a few hours before their destined dinner he caressed its hard cover, taking in a deep breath before he opened it, reading through the yellowish pages with determination. Even Nash had been surprised as he had asked him of this, something so rare no one would have thought of it but him, someone who has always been interested in werewolf history figured it out instantly, the thoughts drilled into his head from the moment the very first headache got to him. </p>

The Start of The End pt. 4