Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 9: Come With Me

When he finally reached the bottom, his father turned to him, his tone sharp.

"Where is your brother?"

Ah. So this was how they were playing it.

Riven's father was clearly already irritated by his presence but couldn't outright yell at him in front of Ronan.

That meant he was trying to maintain face.

Riven smiled.

A slow, lazy smirk that he knew would set the old man's blood pressure soaring.

"Look for him yourself."

A deathly silence fell over the room.

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One of the maids gasped.

Troy's eyebrows shot up.

Riven didn't look at his father, but he could feel the man vibrating with rage.

If they weren't in front of Ronan, he probably would have dragged him out back and thrown him into the training pits.

But here? Right now? He couldn't do a damn thing.

Then, just as his father opened his mouth to retaliate—

A deep chuckle cut through the tension.

"Interesting."

Riven froze.

That voice. That smooth, dangerously amused voice.

His attention snapped back to Ronan, who was still watching him, his expression unreadable.

Little did Riven know that from now onwards, his life was going to change.

Ronan took a step forward, his movements slow, calculated.

Riven had the strange, unsettling feeling of being stalked.

Like a rabbit who had caught the attention of a wolf.

At least the cute, little, bunny MC would be able to relate.

The Alpha stopped just in front of him, his presence crushing.

Riven refused to back down.

He met Ronan's gaze head-on, his smirk still firmly in place.

Even if his stomach was currently performing gymnastics.

Wasn't he so much more hotter than he imagined? Ronan thought this little half-breed was afraid of him but putting on a brave face, but he did not know that this half-breed was mentally undressing him.

"Your father speaks so highly of your brother..." He said, his voice quiet but filled with weight. "But not of you."

Riven snorted. "Yeah, well. I'm the family's disappointment. Haven't you heard?"

Troy outright coughed.

Ronen's eyes remained steady, unwavering. "And what do you think of that?"

Riven blinked.

Wait.

What kind of protagonist character development question was this?

He had been fully expecting insults. A power play. Maybe even a warning.

Instead, this guy wanted to get into his feelings.

Riven was so caught off guard, that his mouth answered before his brain could stop it.

"I think it's accurate." He shrugged. "I'm good at disappointing people. It's practically my life's work."

Troy outright snorted.

His father looked murderous.

Ronan, however, just hummed.

Not in amusement. Not in disapproval.

Just... In thought.

Riven was suddenly very aware that this man could snap his spine like a twig if he wanted to.

If he wanted to get his back hurt by Ronan, he would much prefer if it was on the bed.

But instead of calling him an embarrassment, instead of rebuking him, Ronan just said one thing.

"Hmm."

Ah, what a beautiful deep voice, it felt as dark as coffee, so bitter and addictive, that you keep wanting to go for more. He would love to hear his name being called out.

Still Riven had to control himself, the moment this man realised that he was his mate, he was going to have him killed! Ronan hates weaknesses, that was how he described his dead mate in the story. Nothing but a weakness.

Ronan was intrigued.

No—more than intrigued.

His sharp blue eyes traced the figure in front of him, assessing, calculating, wondering.

This boy...

This half-breed.

There was something about him. Something different.

And Ronan was a man who trusted his instincts.

Riven's ears flicked forward, his tail swishing behind him like an excited dog.

It was amusing, not that he'd ever admit that.

His father had spoken of him with nothing but disdain, a forgotten blemish in the family name, an unfortunate stain on his otherwise pristine lineage.

And yet, here he was.

Standing tall. Smirking. Acting like he had nothing to lose.

That was bold.

And Ronan's attention was on him.

Riven's ears twitched, tail flicking sharply behind him, giving away every emotion running through him. Annoyance. Defiance. And, oddly enough, some kind of barely-contained excitement.

He was used to being lied to, after all, everyone had their own agenda, it was kind of refreshing to see that Riven had all his emotions on display like an open book.

Troy, standing behind him, nudged him subtly. "You're staring."

Ronan ignored him.

Because his instincts had never been wrong.

And right now?

They were roaring.

Something about this boy had been nagging at him for weeks.

Ever since his last injury, his mind had been haunted by a name.

Riven.

He hadn't even known who Riven was.

Just that the name had lodged itself so deeply into his mind that he had ordered Troy to investigate.

Now, standing in front of the boy, he finally understood.

Or rather—

He didn't.

Because nothing about this situation made sense.

The half-breed's father had made it sound like Riven was nothing.

A mistake. A burden.

But Ronan could see it now.

The way Riven stood—proud, unshaken, amused.

The way he wasn't groveling.

He had met Julius earlier, and it had been excruciating.

The heir had wasted no time in buttering him up.

Talking about honor, duty, tradition, how he wanted nothing more than to bring glory to the pack.

It had been painfully rehearsed.

Boring. Predictable. Safe.

Riven, on the other hand?

Riven had just shrugged at his father's fury and said,

"Look for him yourself."

This was the closest he came to laughing in a while.

Ronan exhaled slowly.

Alright, then.

If he wanted to play games, he'd oblige.

He took a step forward, towering over Riven, gaze sharp. "You. Come with me."

Riven blinked. Then blinked again.

His ears twitched so violently that Troy had to look away.

"Excuse me?" Riven asked, his tail flicking.

"You heard me."

"I—what?"

"You're coming with me."