Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 2: Riven...

The tragic, unnamed half-breed mate who was killed off before the story even began—all so Ronan, the powerful white wolf alpha, could have a bit of character development.

She was a plot device.

A stepping stone.

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Not even important enough to get a name.

Her chest tightened, her hands clenching into fists at her sides.

Her entire existence in this world had been reduced to being a footnote in a romantic tragedy—a throwaway obstacle for the true love story to shine.

She sucked in a shaky breath.

Oh, hell no.

She had no intention of dying for the sake of some alpha wolf's emotional journey.

She wasn't just a character in a book anymore.

She was alive.

And if this world thought it could write her, no him, off, then it was about to get a rude awakening.

Transmigration.

Honestly? Not even in his top ten weirdest fantasies.

He had read enough novels to know exactly what had happened to him, and unlike some clueless protagonists who spent entire Chapters crying about it, he got it immediately.

He wasn't shocked. He wasn't scared.

In fact, he was kinda thrilled.

Because this? This wasn't just any random fantasy world—

This was his favourite BL novel.

The one he had reread twenty times. The one that had scarred his soul and left him screaming into his pillow at 3 AM.

A world filled with ridiculously hot shifters, overflowing with danger, drama, and steamy forbidden romance.

And now? He was here.

Alive. Breathing the same air as the hot men.

And, most importantly—

He was one of them.

He grinned at his reflection, eyes gleaming with mischief. Damn. He was hot.

Messy black hair. Piercing green eyes. Sharp, chiseled features. A body that looked like it had been genetically engineered for seduction.

Sure, he had some unfortunate extra features- namely, the fluffy ears and tail that screamed half-breed reject, but honestly? He could work with that.

Shame? Never heard of it.

He struck a pose, flexing his biceps.

He winked at himself.

He even tilted his head slightly to the side, perfecting that mysterious and brooding yet devastatingly attractive look.

Yeah.

He'd totally bang himself.

And if he thought so, then surely other people would too.

Which brought him to his plan.

The logical next step after waking up in a sexy shifter novel?

Obviously, seducing hot guys.

Look, he wasn't about to throw himself into the main story just yet. He had no intention of messing with the major plot or diving headfirst into the whole tragic destined mate drama that came with the male leads.

Too much commitment. Too many emotions. Too much plot.

He was not here to be a tragic side character.

He was here for a good time, not a long time.

So, new goal unlocked:

Find hot men.

Seduce hot men.

Live out a fully immersive BL experience.

He would start small. No need to jump straight to the main cast. Just some casual flirting here and there—maybe a stolen kiss in a dark alley, maybe some mutual thirsting over muscles.

But... Now that he thought about it—

Would that make him the top?

Or... Was he just going to set himself up for disaster?

He paused.

He hadn't really considered what type of men he was dealing with here.

These weren't normal hot guys.

These were shifters.

And not just any shifters— predators.

...This was fine.

Right?

Right.

What was the worst that could happen?

He closed his eyes and tried to see if he could access the memories of this body. He didn't even know his own name!

Born as the only child of Lord Lucian Veldrin, Riven should have had a place of honour in his noble household. Instead, he was treated as nothing more than a mistake. His very existence was a stain on his father's pristine bloodline.

The problem? Riven was a half-breed. His mother, whose name was never spoken in the household, was of unknown origin. Some whispered she was a prostitute, others a slave. Regardless, her blood had tainted him.

Unlike the purebred wolves of the Veldrin lineage, Riven's transformation was incomplete. When he shifted into human form, wolf ears and a tail remained, marking him as impure—a defect in a society that valued bloodline purity above all else.

To Lucian, his son was an embarrassment. An heir in name only, Riven was denied any real position in the family. Instead, Lord Veldrin married a widow of noble standing, Lady Celeste, who already had a son: Julius Veldrin. From that moment on, Julius was treated as the true heir, while Riven was relegated to the shadows.

Well, aren't I screwed?

Well, Riven absolutely expected to be screwed in this novel, just not this way. He had high hopes for his future which seem to be dwindling now.

Inside the grand estate, Riven was tolerated, but barely. While his father never acknowledged him as a true son, he also couldn't cast him out—not without causing a scandal.

Even the household staff, who should have feared his noble status, openly insulted him. The bunny shifter servants, who served the werewolf nobility, muttered about how demeaning it was to serve a half-breed.

Julius, his "dear" stepbrother, was the worst of them all. Arrogant and secure in his position, he delighted in tormenting Riven, never letting him forget his place.

"You'll never be anything more than a failure, little brother," Julius would sneer. "But don't worry. When I inherit the title, I'll make sure you're well taken care of. Maybe I'll even keep you as my personal pet... Or my mistress. Wouldn't that be fitting?"

Julius loved to say things like that. He loved to insult Riven on a daily basis. He had everything that would have belonged to Riven, so what more did he want?!

This was what Riven used to ask himself every day.

The only reason Riven was still alive was because he wasn't worth the effort to kill. His father had no plans for him, Julius saw him as a plaything, and the servants treated him like an annoyance rather than a threat.