Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 12: You Can’t Be Ga-

Riven's tail shot straight up like an exclamation mark.

Did he hear that correctly?

Julius, his insane bully of a step-brother, had just threatened to yank his tail off if he flirted with another man. How dare he?!

Riven's ears twitched, his face twisting into pure outrage. Oh, that was not going to stop him! What did Julius expect him to do, roll over and wag his tail like a well-trained dog? Absolutely not.

That was his purpose in life!

He had been born for this. Destined.

He flirted with hot men. That was literally the reason he existed. Why else had he transmigrated into a BL novel?!

For love? For self-discovery? For growth? No!

He was here to screw hot men and look good while doing it.

And Julius thought a little tail-yanking threat was enough to stop him? Ha!

Riven turned on his heel, dramatically flipping his hair back. His tail gave a sharp flick as he strutted away, making it clear he was not intimidated.

Julius' gaze burned into his back, intense, unyielding, and utterly possessive.

He knew Riven thought he was joking.

And that was fine.

Riven could live in that delusion. He will soon see that he is serious.

For now.

It was Riven's fault, anyway.

He had thrown his ridiculous, infuriating, captivating existence in front of him, making Julius confront emotions he had spent years ignoring.

Julius was a wolf.

A possessive, territorial creature by nature.

He had to fight to keep the things he wanted. Every day, he had to prove himself to a father who never cared for him, who only cared about his precious noble reputation.

But Riven was different.

Riven wasn't something Julius had to prove himself for.

He was something Julius wanted to claim.

And he would.

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Troy ran a hand down his face, seconds away from losing it.

"Julius would be a better fit," he insisted, again.

Ronan exhaled through his nose, long and slow, like a man who was at peace.

Troy did not stop.

He had spent the last twenty minutes trying to talk some sense into this Alpha, and every single time, Ronan had simply sat there, arms crossed, looking every bit like a brick wall with abs.

"But Riven is—"

"I know what he is," Ronan cut in, bored.

"Then you should understand why this is a terrible idea!" Troy threw his hands up. "Julius is an obvious choice. The training system was put in place to raise all heirs equally, regardless of legitimacy! Julius is already trained, already competent—"

"Riven has potential."

"Riven is a half-breed." Troy quickly protested.

Ronan's eyes turned sharp. He would not tolerate this disrespect. "I will only tell you once, I do not like to repeat myself. I do not care about his current reputation or birth circumstances. My gut tells me that he has potential, besides I don't like Julius."

Troy inhaled sharply, trying very hard to not lose his mind. "Fine. Fine. Let's say—just for a second—that I pretend this isn't the worst decision you've ever made. Even if Riven does have 'potential,' you know the others will never accept him. He's a half-"

Troy carefully looked at Ronan who was losing patience, he corrected himself but did not finish the thought. "His own father doesn't even—"

"I don't care about his father," Ronan said, sharper this time.

Troy frowned, sensing the shift in Ronan's tone. "But the other heirs—"

"I don't care what they think either."

Troy opened his mouth, then closed it.

...Okay. That was new.

Ronan was usually rational, at least he might have been the only Alpha that was. All the Alphas before him a... Reputation. Anger issues and aggression... What not. But not Ronan.

However this? This was... Different.

Ronan wasn't just defending Riven's worth—he was fixated.

Troy narrowed his eyes.

"Why are you so set on him?" He asked carefully.

Ronan was silent.

For a long moment, he just stared ahead, as if contemplating.

And Troy saw it—a slight flicker of hesitation.

Which was wild.

Because Ronan never hesitated.

Troy leaned forward, eyes narrowing further. "Oh my god, you don't even know, do you?"

Ronan's jaw tightened, and for the first time ever, he actually looked away.

...Oh.

Oh, this was worse than Troy thought.

His Alpha—the strongest, most logical, most feared man in the entire clan—was completely and utterly lost.

Troy felt a headache coming on.

"Ronan."

Silence.

What could Ronan say? That there were voices calling out to him, whispering Riven's name like it was a mantra he should never forget?

That he felt restless trying to figure out this Riven's identity and that feeling only calmed down when he came down here to meet him? He just assumed it was a gut feeling, he had a reputation for recognising talent, so this was just something like that.

"Ron. Buddy. Alpha. You're scaring me."

Still silence.

Troy buried his face in his hands. "What the hell is happening?"

"I just need to figure something out," Ronan finally muttered, grudgingly.

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Troy's head snapped up. "What?"

Ronan's fingers drummed against the table. "I don't make irrational decisions."

Troy wanted to say 'You already have!' But then decided against it. He did not want to get on the bad side of his boss.

"Something about Riven—" He exhaled, rubbing his temple. "I need to know why his name keeps coming up in my head. Why I keep thinking about him."

Troy froze.

Ronan? Thinking about Riven?

Constantly??

Oh. Oh.

Troy's entire world shifted.

He only read about these things, heard about these things but was he about to see this in real life?!

Troy felt faint.

Ronan barely noticed, too caught up in whatever mental crisis he was currently having.

"I need to be close to him," he continued. "To figure this out."

Troy had heard enough. More than enough. You can't do this! He stood up, his chair screeching against the ground. "Alpha Ronan, you can't be ga-"

Ronan did not wait for him to finish the sentence, in all honesty, he was not even listening to Troy, he was trying to figure out why Riven's name was stuck in his mind.