Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 86: Discuss

Riven was in the waiting area, slumped against one of the plush armchairs. His face was flushed, a brilliant red that spilled from his cheeks to his ears and down his neck. His breathing was shallow, and his usually bright eyes were looking dull.

He was trembling, his wolf ears twitching restlessly, and his fluffy tail lashed against the side of the chair like it had a mind of its own.

Riven barely registered Ronan’s presence at first, too lost in the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. Heat. Need. Ache. His whole body felt on fire, like something inside was clawing its way out, desperate to be satiated.

He tried his best to stay conscious, fighting the urge to whimper as he clutched the fabric of his pants with trembling fingers.

The moment Ronan stepped into his line of sight, Riven’s ears perked up, tail whipping once before swishing from side to side. His entire body tensed, and his heart hammered in his chest. Ronan’s scent—rich, familiar, irresistible—wrapped around him, stirring his instincts even more violently.

Riven forced himself to stand, his legs wobbling. He bit his lip to stifle a moan that threatened to escape. His rational mind knew he shouldn’t be acting like this, not after everything that had happened, not after Ronan had abandoned him, but his body was betraying him.

As much as he despised the situation he was in right now, Riven couldn’t help but yearn for Ronan’s touch, to have his mate’s arms around him. It was maddening, this push and pull between his mind and body, and it left him helpless.

Riven’s eyes flickered toward Soren, uncertain and a little fearful. Did he look too eager? Did he seem pathetic for wanting Ronan so badly? He didn’t want to appear weak in front of Soren, not when he had just begun to push back against his possessiveness.

Soren noticed the way Riven was holding back, restraining his instincts, and it made his jaw tick with irritation. Despite allowing Ronan inside, Soren had no intention of letting him steal Riven away. His little wolf was still his, no matter how much his body craved his Alpha.

"Riven..." Ronan’s voice came out hoarse, thick with raw emotion and desperation. His own instincts were tearing him apart, telling him to rush forward and pull his mate into his arms, to claim and protect.

But Riven didn’t move, his frown barely holding together. "Y-You’re here," he managed to whisper, voice cracking. He couldn’t meet Ronan’s eyes, but his body betrayed him, leaning slightly forward as if yearning for contact.

Ronan took a step closer, and Riven instinctively shifted back, confused and conflicted. The scent of his heat had grown stronger, making Ronan’s heart pound like a war drum.

Soren clicked his tongue and approached, casually wrapping his arm around Riven’s waist and pulling him back against his chest. "You’re trembling," he whispered into Riven’s ear, purposefully loud enough for Ronan to hear. "You should sit down. You look exhausted."

Riven shivered from the closeness, but his eyes remained glued to Ronan, hesitant and unsure. Soren’s possessive grip on his waist felt both comforting and suffocating at the same time.

Ronan’s nostrils flared, and his eyes narrowed, dangerously close to shifting again. "Take your hands off him," he growled.

Soren merely gave him a cold smile. "I would advise you to calm down before I kick you out."

A low growl slipped from Ronan’s throat, but Riven, caught between them, managed to mutter, "Soren... don’t."

Hearing his mate’s strained voice seemed to cut through Ronan’s anger, and he relaxed his posture, taking a deep breath. His hands trembled at his sides as he fought his instincts, reminding himself that scaring Riven wouldn’t help.

Riven’s gaze softened, though his body still shook with the effort to stay composed. His instincts wanted to throw himself at Ronan, to bury his face in his chest and be enveloped in his warmth, but his pride kept him rooted in place.

Soren bent down, his lips brushing against Riven’s ear. "You don’t have to pretend," he whispered. "I know that you need him right now." He hated that he could not take on that role and help Riven.

Riven kept rejecting his touch, and he was not about to force Riven. He refuses to be anything like that woman.

Riven’s face flushed even darker, and he gritted his teeth in frustration. He couldn’t deny it. He hated that his body reacted so strongly, that he felt so vulnerable. He bit back a whimper, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to suppress the ache in his chest.

Ronan took another step closer, his voice surprisingly soft despite his tension. "Riven... Let me help you."

Riven looked up at him, then at Soren.

Soren’s grip on his waist loosened, and his lips quirked in a twisted smile. "Go on, Riven. Tell him how much you need him. Isn’t that what you’ve been fighting to keep in? Why are you holding back now?"

Riven almost teared up. A flash of guilt crossed Soren’s expression. He took a deep breath and uttered the words that felt like knives through his heart.

"You can discuss things in a private room." He sneered.

This was a difficult situation for Riven. Being a wolf was hard, he thought that being a half-wolf would at least half the intense feelings he had for Ronan, but it did not seem to work that way.

He obediently stepped into the room without looking at Soren. If he did, he would die of guilt, and if he did not obediently follow Ronan, he might actually die of unfulfilled desires.

Ronan quickly followed. Soren stepped closer... He stopped right outside the room, "I will be standing right here, just call me Riven." He shot a disgusted look at Ronan before closing the door.

Riven blinked, Soren was going to stand right outside... While they... BL Gods, what are you planning? Just what was this clusterfuck.