Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 143: Obedient

Kael’s jaw clenched, his silver brows drawing low over his eyes. "Watch your tone," he said, voice tight. "You cannot just order them, they are the respected elders-"

"Why are you taking their so much, where does your loyalty lie? Tsk tsk." Riven pouted and looked at Ronan, "Why are your subordinates traitors?"

"You-"

"Enough."

It wasn’t loud, but it didn’t need to be. The authority in that single word was absolute.

Kael froze mid-step. Riven looked back at Ronan with barely concealed delight, his ears twitching.

Ronan slowly rose from the chair, his arm brushing past Riven’s waist as he moved, a casual gesture that was still strangely possessive. He stood tall, expression unreadable, but his aura had shifted, steadier, colder.

"Like he said. If that elder wants to stay here and throw a tantrum... Thow. Him. Out." Riven’s words finally gave him the push to take control of the situation. He decided to reduce the elder’s influence, he should not be a pushover, and he could not backtrack now.

Kael’s face twisted briefly into something unreadable—shock, dismay, pride swallowed by duty—before he bowed stiffly. "Understood, my lord." He seemed to support the elders more than Ronan. He did not trust this Alpha, he seemed too weak in his opinion. Maybe he should tip the elders off.

Kael hesitated before repeating to confirm. He just hoped Ronan would change his mind. "You wish for him to be... Escorted out?"

"How many times should I repeat myself?" Ronan narrowed his eyes. A mere knight was pushing back so much... He truly let go of the reigns, he needed to assert his position soon and in a grand display of power.

"...Understood." Kael gave Riven one last unreadable glance before turning on his heel and striding out of the room, cloak flaring behind him.

The silence that followed was thick with unspoken thoughts. Riven turned back toward Ronan, watching him closely.

Ronan pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, tension bleeding from his shoulders now that the knight was gone.

"I didn’t mean to cause trouble," Riven said after a moment, tone quieter than before. "But I’m not going to sit around pretending I don’t see what’s happening."

"I know," Ronan said, reaching out to gently tug him back in. "And it wasn’t trouble. You were right."

That made Riven pause. "Wait. Say that again."

"You were right?" Ronan asked innocently, he did not understand why Riven asked him to repeat that sentence. frёeωebɳovel.com

The incredibly childish smile that bloomed on Riven’s face was amusing to look at. "I was right! Hehe."

Riven grinned, curling back into his arms like he belonged there—because he did.

"You’ll have to announce it soon, you know," Riven said lightly. "That we’re mates. People are going to keep assuming otherwise. People are assuming I am your mistress!" He looked up to see his icy blue eyes, which were very warm.

"I know." Ronan’s voice was steady, but there was a flicker of something more in his eyes—determination, maybe. Or possessiveness. "I’ve been waiting for the right moment. I need to establish my position first, and end the influence of the elders..."

Riven could only sigh. This was a whole story arc in the original story. Eli finds out how Ronan’s mate died, and he was worried about that happening to him, especially since he was starting to catch feelings.

To prove his love, Ronan would declare that Eli was the one he loved. He fought against the elders.

Experiencing this story arc, but he was the main character instead, it was great.

Riven’s teasing grin softened into something warmer, something that lingered behind his eyes. He didn’t say anything, just leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the corner of Ronan’s mouth.

Ronan’s arms tightened around him in silent agreement.

Riven did not want to stay still like he wanted him to. He leaned in for another kiss.

Then, like he was testing something, he slowly shifted and kissed him fully—soft at first, teasing, then a little firmer, lips parting just enough to let warmth and closeness bleed through.

When he pulled away, his voice was low and amused. "You taste very sweet today."

Ronan raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "I’m drinking black coffee."

"I know." Riven licked his lips dramatically. "Still sweet."

Ronan gave him a look that said Behave—a look Riven knew well and absolutely never listened to.

He was already leaning in again, clearly planning to continue his little game, but this time, Ronan caught him by the chin. His fingers were gentle, but firm, tilting Riven’s face up just enough to stop him from advancing further.

"No more," Ronan said, quiet but commanding. "Let me finish."

Riven pouted. "You’re really going to choose work over me right now?"

"I’m choosing not to bend you over this desk because I have work," Ronan replied without missing a beat, his voice dangerously smooth. "So sit still, and let me finish, or I won’t be so patient."

His inner voice kept telling him to make noise and boink in the study! Ugh, fine. Riven saw the stack of documents and decided to be obedient. The money was not going to make itself! And he was high maintenance!

He gave a grumble, but obediently curled up against Ronan’s chest again, tail flicking with residual mischief. His fingers idly traced patterns on Ronan’s arm while the Alpha resumed reading, pen once again scratching over paper.

This time, Ronan didn’t try to hide the faint smile that tugged at his lips. His free hand stayed settled on Riven’s thigh, grounding, possessive, and perfectly content.

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Troy set the teacup down with a quiet clink, the steam curling like smoke fogging his glasses.

He exhaled slowly, thinking.

"Am I really doing this?" he murmured to no one, lips pressed thin.

Because he knew what Ronan would say. No. Absolutely not. Riven was to be kept inside, watched, shielded.... Which he could understand to some extent.

But Troy had eyes and ears planted in various parts of the territory. He knew what those damned elders were planning.