Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 110: Ride On Me

Riven snapped his gaze away, trying to act unbothered. "Put on a shirt," he mumbled, though the words lacked any real bite.

Soren chuckled, his hand patting the spot beside him on the bed. "Come here," he commanded, his voice soft but firm.

Riven hesitated, knowing full well that he’d probably get pulled right back into that bed if he dared to go any closer. But something in Soren’s gaze—soft, yearning, and almost vulnerable—made him relent. He walked over cautiously, only for Soren to grab his wrist and pull him down onto his lap.

Before Riven could even protest, Soren leaned in and kissed him again—this time slower, more tender, as if savoring his taste. Riven’s heart fluttered, and he found himself kissing back, his hands sliding up to rest on Soren’s shoulders. Soren’s fingers traced the line of Riven’s spine, drawing out a shiver that made Riven unconsciously arch closer.

When they finally broke apart, Soren looked at him with that same possessive glint. "I’m going to miss you," he admitted, his voice low and genuine.

Riven’s ears twitched, his heart softening despite himself. "It’s only for a week," he whispered.

"Still too long," Soren muttered, pulling Riven closer until their foreheads touched.

Riven couldn’t help but smile a little at that. "That I agree."

Riven took a deep breath, steadying his emotions before leaving the room. The lingering warmth from Soren’s kisses still clung to his lips, and his heart hadn’t quite calmed down from the way Soren held him so fiercely, like he never wanted to let go.

Hah... Get ahold of yourself, Riven. Think of Raffy!

Riven shook his head, trying to suppress a smile, and finally walked out, his footsteps echoing softly down the stairs. As he reached the main hall, he saw Ronan waiting by the entrance, leaning casually against the stone pillar. His piercing gaze softened when he spotted Riven, but there was still a tension in his posture—like he was worried Riven might change his mind at the last minute.

Seeing that look on Ronan’s face made Riven’s heart ache a little. He didn’t want to make Ronan feel insecure, especially after he had agreed to return with him. Riven took a calming breath and walked up to him.

"You ready?" Ronan asked, his tone softer than usual.

Riven nodded, forcing a small smile. "Yeah." ƒreewebɳovel.com

Ronan relaxed just a little, giving Riven a reassuring nod before gesturing toward the door. As they stepped outside, the crisp morning air greeted them, and Riven couldn’t help but pause for a moment, savoring it. Just as he was about to move forward, Soren’s voice called out from behind them.

"If you don’t bring him back in a week, I will hunt you down," Soren warned, his tone a mix of playful threat and serious promise.

Ronan rolled his eyes, clearly unbothered by the comment. He didn’t even bother to turn around, instead letting out an exasperated sigh. "Yeah, yeah," he muttered, but his focus remained on Riven, his attention zeroed in on how his mate might respond.

Riven turned back, giving Soren a reassuring smile and a little wave. "I’ll be back," he promised.

As they walked down the steps toward the open yard, a group of guards appeared from the sides, their sleek forms materializing from the shadows. They were all in their wolf forms—massive, powerful, and brimming with controlled energy. The guards obediently kneeled as Ronan and Riven stepped out, their heads lowered in respect to their alpha.

Riven couldn’t help but stare in awe. Even without being able to see their faces, he could sense their loyalty and respect. He looked at them, then back at Ronan, realizing they were prepared to travel back in their wolf forms.

It slowly dawned on him—he was expected to shift too. Panic bubbled up in his stomach, and he bit his lip nervously. He couldn’t shift. No matter how hard he tried before, it just never happened. Riven swallowed hard, trying to keep his anxiety from showing. He didn’t want Ronan to think he was weak or incapable.

Ronan glanced at him, catching the tension in his expression. "Riven?" he asked, voice low and gentle, clearly concerned.

Before Ronan could press him, Riven took a step closer and grabbed his collar, pulling him down slightly. His voice dropped to a whisper, his lips brushing against Ronan’s ear. "Ronan, I can’t shift!"

Ronan blinked, momentarily surprised by the confession, but what caught his attention more was how Riven had casually yanked him down by his collar. The corner of his mouth twitched upward. Who else, other than his mate, could get away with handling him like that?

Instead of appearing angry or disappointed, Ronan looked thoughtful. "Can’t shift?" he repeated, as if processing the information.

Riven pulled back and glanced at him, unsure how to interpret his reaction. "I... I’ve tried before, but it just doesn’t happen. I don’t know why this happened..."

Ronan could sense the shame and frustration that laced Riven’s words, and his heart clenched. Why couldn’t Riven shift? Half-wolves usually inherited the ability. But seeing the way Riven was nervously biting his lip, Ronan decided that finding the reason wasn’t important right now. What mattered was reassuring his mate.

Ronan placed his hand on Riven’s cheek, gently coaxing his gaze upward. "It’s fine," he said simply, voice firm with conviction. "It’ll be our secret."

Riven blinked in surprise. "Our secret?"

Ronan nodded, a small, confident smile forming on his lips. "You can ride on me instead."

Riven froze, his cheeks heating up. "Ride... On you?"

Ronan’s smile grew, a hint of pride glinting in his eyes. "Only pups usually ride on their father’s backs before they can shift. But you’re my mate. If I’m letting anyone ride me, it’ll be you."

A mix of embarrassment and gratitude surged through Riven. He knew from the fragmented memories of the original Riven that this was something he had once longed for—just the simple joy of being carried by someone who cared.