Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 114: The Alpha

Ronan lifted his head slightly and licked Riven’s cheek once before settling back down.

Riven blinked and chuckled softly. "I guess I should’ve known you were clingy."

The room filled with warmth—not just from the physical heat of the alpha’s body but from the slow burn of affection simmering between them. Riven’s fingers stroked over Ronan’s side absently, and Ronan’s tail gave a soft wag in response. Riven pouted, this Alpha was stealing his move!

Riven knew, deep down, this man beside him was still hiding his desperation. Even if he was calm on the outside, the tension in his body betrayed the whirlwind underneath. And yet, Ronan was trying. Trying not to pressure him, trying to be patient, trying to earn his trust again. That meant something.

He scooted back just a little more, pressing himself firmly against the curve of Ronan’s wolf body. "You know, I didn’t think I’d come back here so soon."

Ronan flicked his ear in response but didn’t move otherwise.

"I didn’t think I’d come back to you," Riven said a little softer, voice cracking on the edge of sleep. "But I did."

As if responding to his words, Ronan’s head pressed more firmly against the pillow, his nose tucked into Riven’s hair. The wolf exhaled a low breath, content and calm for the first time in days.

Ronan was finally home, he was with his mate. He wished time would stop so he could savour this moment more.

The room was quiet, the air still holding the warmth of two bodies tangled together just moments ago. Moonlight had crept in through the partially drawn curtains, casting soft silver lines across Riven’s peaceful face. Ronan watched him for a moment longer, his icy blue eyes melted at the sight.

He didn’t want to move. He spent a sleepless night in Soren’s house. Riven was not next to him but upstairs, next to that manipulative, devious snow leopard. Not having his mate next to him felt like torture. And now that Riven was here, he did not want to leave.

His instincts screamed at him to stay close—to keep his mate safe, to stay within breathing distance. But he still was the Alpha of the clan. He had to finish the work piling up on his desk. He could imagine the thick stack of documents.

He needed an heir to take over as soon as possible so he could enjoy his time with Riven.

Carefully, Ronan shifted back into his human form, his body stretching and reshaping with fluid ease. He exhaled softly and leaned forward, brushing his fingers over Riven’s cheek once before turning to leave for his study.

His study was just down the hall, dimly lit by the fire still burning low in the hearth. Troy stood waiting, arms crossed, one foot tapping lightly as he stared out the window.

He turned as soon as Ronan entered. "Alpha."

"Troy," Ronan acknowledged, voice low, even, but filled with that unmistakable weight of authority.

There was a beat of silence before Troy stepped forward, his brow furrowed.

"The elders still don’t know, do they?" he asked carefully. "About him."

Ronan didn’t reply immediately. He walked past Troy to the large desk near the fire, pouring himself a glass of water before finally glancing over his shoulder.

"It does not matter if they do."

Troy blinked. "You don’t plan on telling them?"

Ronan turned fully to face him now, eyes hard, chin lifted.

"I do. But I won’t be explaining myself."

The silence that followed was heavy—thicker than tension, more pointed than shock. Troy’s brows rose in genuine surprise.

"But Alpha, the elders—"

"I said," Ronan interrupted, his tone still calm but cutting, "I won’t explain myself."

His voice wasn’t loud. He didn’t need to raise it. It was the confidence that stunned Troy into stillness—the way Ronan didn’t flinch, didn’t second-guess or even consider their reactions.

He wasn’t the same man Troy had grown used to—the one who made sure every elder’s voice was heard, every advisor’s opinion weighed. Ronan had once been all diplomacy and patience, working tirelessly to prove himself worthy of the title of Alpha that had been passed down.

The clan was in a mess, but Ronan cleared it up personally... That was when Troy joined him and pledged his loyalty to him.

Troy had watched him over the years, sitting through council after council, trying to build consensus among wolves who only respected power. They took his kindness and consideration as a weakness they could exploit. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

But this wasn’t the same Alpha anymore.

Ronan walked over to the hearth and looked into the flames, his voice quieter now but no less resolute. "I’ve spent too long waiting for permission to make decisions I knew were right. Riven is my mate. That is not up for debate."

Troy recovered quickly, dropping his gaze for a moment. "Understood."

Ronan didn’t look away from the fire. His mind drifted, not to politics or strategy, but to the man asleep in his bed—his mate, his heartbeat. He remembered how Riven had looked earlier, head nestled against his fur, so trusting despite everything. Despite how Ronan had once failed to protect him.

Failing to protect him? Forget that, he hurt Riven.

"I’m done trying to please everyone," Ronan said after a long pause. "I will lead as an Alpha should."

It was something long overdue.

Troy watched him with renewed respect. "Then I’ll handle the elders. They’ll come with questions once they know."

Ronan finally looked over at him. "Let them."

Troy gave a short, sharp nod and turned to leave. His hand was already on the doorknob when Ronan added, "And Troy."

He paused, glancing back. "Yes, Alpha?

"What about Raphael? Is he out of prison like I ordered?" Ronan’s eyes became serious. This man could undo all the progress with Riven. He needed to tread carefully.

Troy took a deep breath before replying, "Yes, he looked a little sickly due to the lack of sunlight, but it is nothing he cannot recover from."