Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 85: Meet Him

Ronan’s fists clenched at his sides, his body trembling with the effort to contain himself.

His wolf was howling inside him, screaming at him to tear through anything standing between him and his mate.

They were keeping Riven away from him.

That alone was grounds for war.

He exhaled sharply, forcing himself to stay in control.

Fine.

If this was a matter of price, then he would give Soren whatever he wanted.

"What does he want?" Ronan spat. "A higher price? Hah. He can take what he wants. Just return Riven. Now."

Xavier exhaled a quiet sigh, his fingers adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves before he looked at Ronan again.

"I’m afraid that can’t happen," Xavier replied, his voice neutral yet firm. "Riven is someone he cherishes."

Ronan froze.

His jaw tightened.

Soren cherishes Riven?

That bastard—the same one who had taken his mate, and asked for a mine instead... He dared to say he cherished him?

Ronan’s blood boiled.

His nails elongated into claws, his breathing harsh.

He would storm inside. He would rip that smug snow leopard shifter apart, tear him limb from limb, until there was nothing left but a corpse at his feet.

Riven was his.

Not Soren’s.

"Do you want to start a war over this?" Ronan hissed, his voice shaking with rage. "Give him back. Now."

Xavier’s expression didn’t waver.

He simply met Ronan’s burning gaze with an unwavering calm, as if he were utterly indifferent to the threat of war.

Ronan’s control snapped.

His body lunged forward, his claws outstretched, mere inches away from tearing into Xavier’s throat.

But Xavier... Didn’t move.

He had many scars on his body, what was one more?

And that was when Ronan realised—he wasn’t alone.

The air shifted.

From the shadows of the estate, an unmistakable presence emerged.

Cold. Powerful. Lethal.

Soren.

He had finally arrived.

Ronan scoffed, his eyes narrowing as his lips twisted into a sneer. "Look who finally decided to show up," he spat, his voice dripping with contempt. "You sent your guard to do all the talking. Were you afraid to face me yourself?"

Soren merely raised a brow, his usual calm demeanor unwavering. A faint, almost mocking smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he took his time approaching the entrance.

"I was otherwise occupied with something..." Soren drawled, his smirk widening into a wicked grin. "Or rather, someone."

Ronan’s teeth ground together, the sound almost audible as his entire body tensed. His claws threatened to reemerge, and his eyes flashed dangerously. A growl built low in his throat, rumbling with the intensity of a looming storm.

"You bastard..." Ronan snarled, his voice vibrating with pure fury. The very implication—that Soren had been with Riven—made his blood boil with a near-murderous rage. His instincts demanded he rip off Soren’s head and take Riven back.

With the approaching rut, he barely held onto the sliver of sanity that he had left.

Soren didn’t look remotely threatened. He didn’t even blink in the face of Ronan’s fury. If anything, his smugness only seemed to deepen, like he was deliberately feeding the Alpha’s anger.

Of course, he was. He hated this man. He hated that he could not kill him. He hated that he had let Riven...

"Oh? You seem upset," Soren mused, cocking his head as if genuinely curious. "Are you jealous, perhaps? It’s rather amusing."

"Amusing?" Ronan barked, stepping closer, his presence practically vibrating with anger. "Keeping my mate away from me is cruelty, and it’s enough of a reason to start a war. You’ve gone too far."

Soren’s eyes glinted, something dark and dangerous flashing behind that deceptively calm exterior. He took a leisurely breath. "Ooh, a war between two clans. You should be aware that others would intervene."

The guards around the estate tensed, sensing the escalating tension. Xavier remained nearby, calm and composed, as if confident his master wouldn’t need any backup.

Ronan felt like his patience was hanging by a thread. The scent of Riven—his Riven—still lingered faintly in the air, taunting him, telling him how close his mate truly was.

He could also tell that Soren smelled of him... He could not stand it but he could lose control right now. He did not want to be a monster. This was perhaps why he never wanted a mate in the first place, but now that Riven was here, he would surrender everything just to have him back.

Soren finally dropped the act, his eyes losing a bit of their mocking gleam. He sighed, almost as if he were tired of playing around, and fixed his cold gaze on Ronan.

"I will allow you to come in and meet... Riven," he said, his voice low and composed, though it held an edge of menace.

Ronan hesitated, the unexpected offer catching him off guard. He narrowed his eyes, trying to discern whether this was some kind of trick.

"What are you playing at?" he demanded, fists clenched.

Soren simply shrugged. "I have no reason to deny you... Seeing him," he replied, voice laced with subtle warning. "But remember, he’s mine now."

Ronan growled, but Soren only smirked, already turning his back on the seething Alpha. "Follow me," he said smoothly, not bothering to check if Ronan was following.

He knew Ronan would. After all, the obsessed wolf would never abandon even the slightest chance to see his precious mate.

As Ronan stepped inside the grand hall, the heavy door closed behind him with a loud thud, sealing off any chance of his guards barging in.

He shot a glare over his shoulder at Soren, who remained standing by the entrance, leaning casually against the wall as if nothing of importance was happening. But the faint, mocking smile on Soren’s lips was anything but playful. It hid the storm brewing within him.

The scent hit Ronan like a punch to the gut—a sweet, intoxicating aroma that almost made his knees buckle. It was thick and heavy, unmistakable in its intent. Riven was in heat. Ronan clenched his fists, his jaw tightening as he forced himself to take measured steps down the hallway.