Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 15: Fangs

A sudden sharp pain shot through his gums, and when he looked at his reflection in the mirror, his breath caught.

Fangs.

His fangs had extended, his wolf form pushing through the surface. His control—his perfect control—was slipping. This had never happened before. Not once. He had mastered himself from the time he was a child. He was not some feral beast, not like the others who struggled to contain their instincts.

But now, his wolf was clawing to the surface.

His tongue flicked out, running over the sharp points. The fangs seem to poke perfectly at the place Riven bit him earlier.

Riven had no idea that he was in danger.

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Ronan took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, his boots pressing into the dirt path as he walked. He had told himself that he needed some fresh air, a moment to think rationally, to clear his mind. Instead, his thoughts kept spiralling back to one thing.

Or rather, one person.

Riven.

The very name made something tighten in his chest.

He wasn't supposed to be fixating on him like this. He was the Alpha of the strongest werewolf clan. His thoughts should be occupied with important matters—territory disputes, resource management, maintaining the delicate balance of power among the noble families. Not one half-breed with a reckless mouth and a tail that moved too much.

But no, here he was. Thinking about Riven. Again.

He scowled.

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Maybe a longer walk would help.

The land beneath his feet was familiar. He had been here before—years ago, when he was younger. His father had brought him to inspect the region, reminding him that, as Alpha, everything in this domain was his.

The lands, the resources, the people. Even the ten noble families that each controlled their territories—they still answered to him.

Which was exactly why choosing Riven wasn't an insane decision.

At least, not completely insane.

Each noble family had a representative in his council. That representative didn't have to be the official heir. So even if Julius eventually took over this territory, Riven could still serve on the council. That made sense. That was logical. That was the rational way to look at it.

But that wasn't why Troy thought he was insane.

No, they thought he was insane because it was Riven.

Riven, the half-breed. The failure. The joke of his household.

Ronan wasn't blind. He had seen the way Riven's own father spoke to him, how everyone dismissed him. The expectations placed on Riven were low—so low that they practically tripped over them. If anything, people were more surprised when Riven didn't mess something up.

And yet... Ronan saw something else.

Potential.

Raw, unshaped, chaotic potential.

Where exactly did he see it?

He had no idea.

It was a gut feeling, something that didn't quite align with his usual way of thinking. He wasn't the type to trust instincts alone. He relied on logic, on observation, on proven skill.

But with Riven?

He couldn't explain it.

Which was infuriating.

It made no sense why he was so fixated on the idea of pulling this half-breed out of obscurity and putting him into a position of importance.

"...Tch."

Ronan's jaw tightened as he pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on his surroundings instead.

The deeper he walked into the territory, the clearer it became that things were not well-managed.

Ronan stopped in his tracks, his sharp icy blue eyes narrowing.

The rabbits.

The very creatures bred for being in servitude towards the wolves.

If there was one thing Ronan couldn't tolerate, it was waste. He didn't care if something was prey or predator—mismanagement was mismanagement.

Ronan exhaled sharply through his nose.

Just another reminder that the noble title alone meant nothing.

Strength wasn't about bloodlines.

It was about capability.

It didn't matter if someone was born a wolf, a rabbit, or a half-breed. In the end, Ronan only categorised people into two groups—useful and useless.

And Riven?

Riven had been thrown into the 'useless' category by everyone.

Everyone except Ronan.

And that was the most frustrating part of all.

He knew that logically, his decision made no sense.

He should be looking at Julius—Julius, who was well-trained, well-mannered, and undeniably strong. Julius was the obvious choice.

But instead, his gut told him to look at Riven.

Why?

Why?

His mind refused to give him an answer.

Instead, all he got was that same nagging pull, the same urge to keep Riven close.

Which, frankly, was starting to piss him off.

Ronan sighed, rubbing his temple.

The rabbits nearby twitched their noses at him, staring up at him with large, unblinking eyes. He stared back.

They weren't going to give him answers either. They were probably trained to not speak out. Riven sighed to himself. These things were common. His father and the alphas before him were not good people...

To the wolves, they were great leaders, not to the rabbits. But since rabbits have signed an alliance for protection, he did not feel right treating them that way. They looked at wolves for protection, and they were not behaving like protectors.

There were changes he still had to bring about, he was a new alpha but he intended to be the best one.

He needed to head back.

His decision had already been made.

Now, he just needed to figure out why he had made it.

Suddenly, he felt a pain in his chest. He... He was not feeling too well, he had to leave, he needed to head back to Riven's place. I need to go there because it is the closest.

He said this to himself trying to rationalise the intense feeling he was experiencing... But it was anything but rational.