Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 13: You Like Him?

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.

Troy was exasperated.

Completely. Utterly. Exasperated.

He did not know how things would turn out, and frankly, he was afraid to find out.

It wasn't just about Ronan making a reckless decision—because let's be real, that was nothing new. No, this time, there was something more.

Something unhinged.

Something that involved Riven.

Troy rubbed his temples as he marched toward the estate, his steps filled with purpose and determination.

Ronan had ordered him to stand down.

Told him to let it be.

But as his right-hand man, Troy was not obligated to sit back and let his Alpha crash and burn without at least trying to clean up the mess beforehand.

Damage control was necessary.

And Riven—that half-breed, sharp-tongued, flirtatious menace—was the damage. He was going to warn Riven to not cause trouble, to stay put and to be grateful the Alpha had even given him an opportunity.

Riven was lounging.

No, actually—Riven was sprawled across the sofa in a way that could only be described as scandalously lazy.

His tail flicked lazily from side to side, an image of pure feline self-satisfaction.

He looked like he had zero responsibilities and even less shame.

Troy immediately hated it. He was half-wolf! Why was he acting like a common cat?!

Upon entering, his sharp gaze swept the room. The head of the family was nowhere to be seen.

But Riven?

Riven was very much there.

Looking too comfortable, too relaxed, and far too pleased with himself.

Troy's frown deepened.

Almost immediately, the butler appeared, moving swiftly to greet him with the utmost professionalism.

Troy lifted a hand, dismissing him before he could even speak.

He was not in the mood for formalities.

He had bigger problems.

Namely, the tail-swishing gremlin on the sofa.

Riven, for his part, did not even acknowledge him.

No polite greeting. No glance of recognition.

Nothing.

He just kept lying there, tail flicking, looking for all the world like a pampered house cat.

The audacity.

Troy's eye twitched.

Lack of etiquette!

But Troy prided himself on being easygoing.

Truly, he was a man of grace and restraint.

So, he let it slide.

For now.

Instead, he walked over and took a seat directly across from Riven.

Only then did Riven finally react.

His golden eyes flicked toward Troy, as if just now realizing he existed.

Troy's patience thinned.

Riven, however, looked entirely unbothered.

It wasn't that he had ignored Troy on purpose—he had just been preoccupied.

With his tail.

Because apparently, his tail was out of control.

Embarrassingly so.

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The thing had a mind of its own.

Riven had been trying—very hard—to keep it still, but the moment he thought of something even remotely attractive, his traitorous tail would start swishing.

And it was not subtle.

He didn't even have to be looking at someone directly!

Just thinking about broad shoulders, defined abs, or strong hands was enough to make his tail flick like it was personally invested.

And that was humiliating. Well, at least it was not as humiliating as what was happening to a certain body part down there...

Riven was well-versed in dicks! He had read so many BL stories that he knew how they worked! But this was his first time having one and it was just... It too had a mind of its own!

He could barely hide his horniness with this thing!

He had tried everything—thinking about boring things, ugly things, Julius—but nope! The moment his mind wandered, his tail waved like a flag at a parade.

And he wasn't sure if he hated it or loved it.

Having a tail was cool.

Was it useful? Who knows.

Did it make him adorable?

Absolutely.

His ears twitched as he looked at Troy, finally registering the man's presence.

Troy, meanwhile, was seething.

What the hell was this guy's problem?

"Are you always this rude?" Troy finally snapped.

Riven tilted his head. "What? I'm being perfectly polite."

"You didn't even acknowledge me when I walked in!"

"I was busy."

Troy stared at him. "Busy? Doing what?"

Riven glanced at his own tail, then back at Troy. "Thinking about things that make my tail move."

Troy's eyebrow twitched.

He was going to die.

This was going to kill him.

He just knew it.

With great effort, he reined himself in.

Troy had faced worse.

He had survived battles.

He could handle one annoying half-breed.

Deep breaths.

In.

Out.

"Listen," Troy finally said, rubbing his temple. "I don't have time for your nonsense."

"That's a shame," Riven sighed dramatically. "My nonsense is high quality."

Troy ignored him.

"I came here to have a serious talk."

"Uh-oh." Riven grinned. "That sounds dangerous."

"Not as dangerous as you."

Riven beamed. "Flatterer."

Troy felt a migraine incoming.

"Enough," he ground out. "We need to discuss what's going on with Ronan."

At that, Riven's ears twitched. His tail stilled—finally.

He leaned back, eyes narrowing in interest.

"Oho?" He smirked. "You're here to talk about your precious Alpha?"

Troy's lips pressed into a thin line.

"I don't care what you think," he said flatly. "But I do care about the Alpha's well-being."

Riven's smirk grew.

"You like him, don't you?"

Troy's face contorted.

WHAT.

"You do!" Riven gasped in delight. "Oh, this is juicy. Tell me everything."

Troy almost flipped the table.

"I DO NOT."

Riven grinned, clearly enjoying himself.

"You totally do," he said smugly. "I mean, I get it. Ronan is stupidly hot—"

Troy cut him off.

"STOP."

Riven wagged his eyebrows. "He's got that whole 'brooding warrior' thing going on—"

"STOP TALKING."

Troy snapped.

"I DID NOT COME HERE TO DISCUSS RONAN'S HOTNESS WITH YOU!"

Riven pouted. "That's a shame. I had so many thoughts." Riven's gaydar was spot on if he says so himself, he knew that Troy was not gay... At least not now, he simply admired the Alpha... Anyway, who's to say he won't turn in the future?