Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 113: Like Royalty

Ronan leaned in again, his nose almost brushing Riven’s, and said softly, "Delicious."

Riven’s heart skipped. For a second, he hesitated—then boldly slid closer, his thigh brushing Ronan’s. He reached up and cupped Ronan’s jaw, guiding him into a kiss that was soft but purposeful, the kind that made the world blur for a moment. Ronan responded instantly, his hand slipping around Riven’s waist, pulling him in just a little more.

When they parted, breath mingling, Riven smirked and licked his lips, pretending to assess something seriously. "Hmm. Yours seem to be seasoned with a different sauce."

Ronan raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

Riven nodded solemnly, but the mischief sparkled in his eyes. "Yeah... I think I like mine better."

That made Ronan laugh—a deep, amused sound that rumbled in his chest.

Not soon after, they set off.

The journey had stretched long, but Riven didn’t mind. He had grown used to the wind tugging at his hair, the way Ronan’s strong body moved beneath him, muscles flexing powerfully with every stride.

Still, exhaustion was setting in. After hours of gripping Ronan’s thick fur with his legs contracted tight, the strain in his thighs had begun to ache, his body gently protesting the effort to stay balanced on the alpha’s broad wolf back.

He’d dozed off a little not long ago, lulled by the steady rhythm of Ronan’s run and the soft warmth that surrounded him.

As the terrain began to shift—trees giving way to organised paths, then a large open space—Riven stirred slightly, blinking sleepily as the towering gates of the wolf clan’s mansion loomed into view. He felt safe on Ronan’s back. Their mate connection told him to keep sleeping and that he did not have to wake up.

Guards stood tall in two straight lines on either side of the entrance, dressed in uniform leather armor. Some were in wolf form, others in human form, but all of them stilled at the sight of Ronan approaching.

Riven peeked up just slightly. The change in Ronan’s gait woke him just enough to notice how the alpha slowed, deliberately reducing his pace as they crossed the final stretch of gravel. It wasn’t just because of the terrain—it was for him. Riven blinked at the realisation, warmed by the unspoken thoughtfulness. He closed his eyes with a smile on his face.

Ronan strode past the gate without a single word, and not a soul dared speak in his presence. His icy-blue eyes scanned the crowd and landed on one man who approached—Troy, his ever-reliable right-hand man. Troy gave a respectful nod and reached toward Riven to help him down.

Before he could touch him, a low, guttural growl emanated from Ronan’s throat, so deep it seemed to vibrate through the air. It wasn’t loud, but the warning was clear. Troy’s hand froze mid-air, and he quickly stepped back, hands up in surrender.

"My apologies, Alpha," he said with a small bow, his voice low, he was whispering. It was clear that he did not want Riven to wake up.

Ronan didn’t spare him a glance. His massive frame continued forward, moving fluidly through the mansion’s tall doors and into the grand entryway.

His paws clicked against the polished wood floors as he ascended the steps with Riven still gently cradled against him. Everyone fell silent, lowering their gazes in deference as the alpha passed by. Even in his wolf form, Ronan’s aura of command filled every corner of the hall.

The second floor was quieter, the echo of his steps softening into thick carpet as he made his way to the master bedroom. Once inside, Ronan approached the grand bed in the center of the room—dark wood with carved patterns, rich crimson curtains drawn partially shut to mute the afternoon light.

With an elegance that was befitting of an Alpha, he climbed onto the bed and carefully slid Riven off his back. He used his snout to nudge Riven slightly, and Riven stirred with a quiet groan. Still drowsy, he shifted into the blankets, turning onto his side and curling slightly. His fingers reached out instinctively, grasping onto the fur beside him.

Ronan lay down beside him, tucking himself closely along Riven’s curves.

Even in his wolf form, his presence was warm and grounding, a solid mass of heat that Riven could instinctively lean into. His massive tail curled around Riven’s legs protectively, like a barrier between him and the world.

Despite his alpha duties, Ronan had no intention of leaving Riven alone for even a second. He needed to make up for the time he lost.

Riven hummed quietly, eyes still closed, his cheek pressing into the soft pillow. "You’re comfortable," he mumbled sleepily, one arm sneaking back to drape over Ronan’s thick neck.

Ronan let out a small rumble of approval, pressing his snout into the crook of Riven’s neck. He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of his mate. They were finally home, and his mate was with him. It was the most comforting feeling he could ever experience.

Outside the window, the sounds of the clan preparing for their alpha’s return buzzed faintly, but inside the room, all was quiet. It was a soft silence, almost sacred, filled only with the even sound of Riven’s breathing and the occasional shift of fur against cloth.

They were not aware of Riven’s identity as the Alpha’s mate. All they knew was that a wolf had gone missing, and their Alpha was going to get the wolf back. The packs protect each other, and this made sense. What did not make sense was him being treated like royalty.

They were confused but dared not question it.

Meanwhile in the room, Riven found Ronan more pleasing to the eye as a wolf.

Riven shifted slightly, threading his fingers through Ronan’s thick fur. He sighed, eyes opening just a sliver. "You’re warm. I could get used to this."

Ronan made a soft, pleased noise and nestled even closer.

"Still not shifting back?" Riven teased lightly, voice a quiet murmur.