Warriors Fishing Bl

Julien Andrieu a perdu sa future compagne et luna, Stéphanie, lors d’une attaque de renégats. La mort de Stéphanie a plongé toute sa meute dans le deuil ; l’anniversaire de sa mort a même été déclaré jour férié pour la meute. Cinq ans plus tard, Julien découvre que la sœur cadette de Stéphanie, Lily, est sa compagne. Mais comment est-ce possible ? Stéphanie n’était-elle pas censée être sa compagne ? Et sa meute accepterait-elle même Lily comme sa compagne et Luna — beaucoup ont toujours blâmé Lily pour la mort de Stéphanie, car Stéphanie est morte en essayant de sauver Lily. De son côté, Lily a vécu dans l’ombre de sa sœur aînée et belle pendant des années. Elle sait très bien que les membres de la meute et ses parents auraient préféré que ce soit Lily qui meure ce jour-là à la place de Stéphanie. Lily attendait avec impatience le jour où elle rencontrerait son compagnon et se sentirait enfin importante pour quelqu’un. Découvrir que son compagnon est Julien est le pire cauchemar de Lily, surtout lorsque Julien réagit mal à cette découverte. Lily décide qu’elle n’est plus disposée à vivre dans l’ombre de Stéphanie. Elle ne passera pas le reste de sa vie avec un compagnon qui aurait préféré qu’elle soit quelqu’un d’autre. Elle rejette Julien, qui accepte trop rapidement ce rejet. Peu après, des vérités horrifiantes sont révélées et Julien regrette immédiatement d’avoir laissé partir Lily. Il se lance dans une quête pour reconquérir Lily et réparer les torts qui ont été commis. Mais est-il trop tard ? Lily trouvera-t-elle l’amour avec Julien, ou avec quelqu’un d’autre ?

My Alpha mate Derek secretly inherited his sister-in-law Sarah after his brother's death. On the surface, I was his Luna, but in reality, Sarah was the one who truly held his heart. He praised me as the most exceptional Luna, tasking me with caring for all pack members, yet when Sarah tended to an injured male wolf, his jealousy flared so violently that he bit off the poor wolf's paw. In public, he proclaimed me as his beloved Luna to the entire pack, while keeping Sarah hidden safely in the shadows. When enemy wolves kidnapped me after discovering my identity, I desperately reached out through our mind link, begging for help. His response cut deeper than any physical wound: "Olivia, Sarah is carrying my pup. We'll tell everyone it's my brother's son. I must protect her and the baby without leaving her side for even a moment." "Just endure for a few days. Once Sarah's morning sickness improves, I'll lead all our warriors to rescue you." In the days that followed, I sent countless pleas for help through our link, but received nothing in return. Eventually, our connection shattered completely. For an entire year, those wolves imprisoned and tortured me. They broke my hind legs and ripped out my fangs, stripping me of my wolf's dignity. Derek never came for me. When I finally escaped and stumbled back to our territory, blood-soaked and broken, I discovered my daughter locked in the silver prison where rogue wolves were kept. She was being torn apart as food, her small body covered in wounds. Meanwhile, my mate—my pup's father—was joyfully celebrating the first birthday of his and Sarah's pup, announcing that Sarah's child would become the pack's heir. Tears streaming down my face, I gathered my skeletal little pup in my arms. "It’s OK, sweetie. I'll find you a better dad."

When I was surrounded by the rogue pack far from our territory, I mind-linked my mate, Alpha Luke, begging for help. He refused me fifteen times—and finally, he blocked the link entirely. In the end, I collapsed from exhaustion and lost consciousness, my wolf howling in despair. When I woke up in the infirmary, Alex, the commander of the Werewolf Tribe, was sitting quietly beside me. He was the one who had received my desperate mind-link. He led his warriors, crushed the rogues, and saved me from the jaws of death. Looking into his worried eyes, I no longer hesitated. I took a deep breath and said with unwavering resolve: “Alex, I’ve made up my mind. I’ll go to the Northern Territory for training. I leave in 2 days.” Ten minutes later, Luke barged into the room with Kristy—his so-called adoptive sister—and our twin pups trailing behind. Before anyone could speak, he kicked the door open and pointed at me, shouting with cold fury: “You staged this stunt just to outshine Kristy? Do you realize how much warrior strength you wasted just to feed your vanity? You are not worthy to be a Luna!” My elder son, Chris, gave me a sharp glance and scoffed: “Where’s the wound, Mom? You look perfectly fine. Did you fake this just to get attention?” My younger son, Collin, stared at me, eyes filled with disappointment. He shook his head slowly and whispered: “Mom, did you lie to us again… just because we care about Kristy more?” Kristy gripped Luke’s hand, her voice trembling with fake innocence and tears falling down her cheeks: “I’m sorry, Christina… I won’t celebrate my birthday again. Please… stop causing trouble for Luke and the twins.” I clenched my fists, restraining my furious wolf, and stopped Alex from standing up for me. I watched the four of them turn and leave without a second glance. Then, I turned to Alex and said, with icy clarity: “This time, I have no hesitation, no regret. I’m leaving. I’ll go with you to the Northern Territory. And I won’t eat my words.”