Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 75: Can’t Sleep

Ronan lifted him effortlessly, slamming him against the stone wall. Dust and debris fell from the ceiling, and Raphael hissed in pain.

"You better pray he comes back safe." Ronan growled.

He wanted Riven back, he truly did, but he was too angry to admit that he was worried for his safety. He knew how unsafe the world was for a half-wolf.

Ronan left the prison with slow, measured steps, his hands curled into fists at his sides. The air was thick with the scent of damp stone and iron, and yet it did nothing to clear the turmoil in his mind. His thoughts were plagued by a single name, a single face—Riven.

He could still feel the ghost of his anger, the phantom of his beast snarling in frustration. Raphael’s smug expression lingered in his mind, a bitter reminder of his defiance. Ronan had wanted to rip him apart.

He could not. Riven would hate him... And he already hated him enough.

With each step he took through the dimly lit halls of his stronghold, his mind churned with thoughts of the one who had slipped through his fingers. He should have never left. He could only blame himself.

He could not accept the reality, that he was no better than his lustful father and forefathers who were nothing but beasts. He always prided himself in being rational, but when he was with Riven, it was everything but that.

He could not accept it... And when he did, it was already too late. Loving Riven was irrational, but that was fine. He did not have to chase perfection, he did not have to work towards erasing all the bad, reckless decisions his forefathers made in the past.

He did not have to prove that he was better than them. That would bring him nothing. He chose Riven, he was choosing to be happy no matter how irrational it may seem.

He would not sit idly by and wait for his rage to consume him. He had a destination in mind. The Snow Leopard territory. They share the mountain range and have issues with the borders.

He had placed a bounty on Riven’s head the moment he had learned of his escape, assuming the half-wolf would still be within his own territory. He had hoped—prayed, even—that Riven was still lingering somewhere, foolishly hiding within the dense forests or taking refuge in some remote village. But when the reports came in, his worst fear was realised.

Riven had found his way to Soren.

Ronan’s jaw tightened at the thought.

Soren—the ruthless, cunning leader of the Snow Leopard clan. The man who killed with no hesitation.

They had been neighbours for years, sharing a tense and fragile truce at best. Their ideals could not have been more different—Ronan ruled with power, with dominance and with trust.

Soren, on the other hand, was a creature of calculation, a man who toyed with those around him for his own amusement. He saw everything as a game, every person as a pawn on a chessboard he controlled.

And now, he had Riven.

The thought alone made Ronan’s blood boil.

A sharp command had his guards falling into step behind him as he stepped outside. The cold night air hit his skin, but he barely noticed it. His body was already shifting, bones twisting, muscles expanding as his form transformed. White fur erupted over his skin, his limbs lengthening, his senses sharpening.

In a matter of seconds, Ronan stood on all fours, a massive, majestic white wolf, his coat gleaming under the moonlight. His piercing silver eyes glowed with a quiet fury, his ears twitching as he turned toward the north.

He did not hesitate. With a powerful push of his hind legs, he launched himself forward, the wind rushing past him as he ran. His guards followed suit, their own wolves shifting and falling into formation behind him.

They moved like shadows through the trees, their massive forms weaving through the terrain effortlessly. Ronan’s every step was fueled by a singular, unrelenting thought—

Riven.

It wasn’t just anger that drove him—it was worry.

He hated himself for feeling it, but he could not silence the gnawing anxiety that clawed at his chest. Riven was reckless, stubborn, and far too trusting for his own good. He had run straight into the arms of a madman, and Ronan did not trust Soren to keep him safe.

But at least he would keep him alive.

If Riven had been alone, wandering the streets, he would have been vulnerable. There were those who would have hunted him. A half-wolf out in the wild? An easy target.

No—Riven was safer with Soren than he was on his own.

That fact alone was the only thing keeping Ronan from tearing through the land in a blind rage.

By the time they reached the Snow Leopard stronghold, the moon hung high in the sky, casting silver light upon the towering walls of Soren’s estate.

Ronan slowed to a stop at the gates, his massive white form standing out starkly against the night. His guards shifted back into human form, but Ronan remained as he was, his icy blue eyes cold and unyielding as the gates creaked open.

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Soren was mildly amused at how quickly Riven had bounced back. Considering how much he had whined about being exhausted, one would think he was on the verge of death, but he was right back to being his playful self again.

Soren didn’t mind it, though. If anything, he found Riven’s dramatic nature almost... entertaining. Not that he’d ever admit that.

What he would admit, though, was that sleeping with Riven in his arms felt better than it should have. He had no logical reason to keep the half-wolf so close, but something about the warmth of his body, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, and even the occasional quiet grumbles in his sleep had kept Soren at peace.