Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 84: Cannot Return

But he wouldn’t be ignored.

With one swift motion, he shifted his grip, pulling Riven tighter against him, refusing to let him curl away.

"You’re mine," he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of Riven’s ear. His voice was dangerously soft.

A promise.

A warning.

Trapped in Soren’s arms, his body flush against the snow leopard shifter’s firm chest. Every attempt to wiggle free was met with a stronger, tighter embrace, as if Soren was afraid he would disappear if he let go.

And maybe he was right.

Maybe that was exactly what he feared.

A soft whimper escaped Riven’s lips. His hands, pressed against Soren’s chest, trembled slightly.

"I... I feel weird," he finally admitted, his voice sounded so pitiful that it was not helping. It only aroused Soren more, Riven did not earn sympathy from him.

Soren could feel the subtle way Riven’s body was tensing, the shivers that rippled through him, the barely noticeable way he tried to pull away.

He refused to let him. He said it many times. Riven was his. And nothing could change that, he was always very possessive of his belongings.

"Please," Riven murmured, his voice fragile, his green eyes looking up at Soren with trust. "Soren... Please help me."

Help him?

Help him how?

Soren knew the answer.

He hated the answer.

His jaw ticked, his hold tightening like a steel trap.

A part of him screamed at him to fix this—to march outside and tear Ronan apart, limb by limb, until there was nothing left of the damn wolf Alpha. Until there was no one left who could steal Riven from him.

But he couldn’t.

Because if he died, Riven would be affected too.

Because Ronan’s wretched existence was still intertwined with Riven’s, no matter how much Soren would try to erase it.

Even now, even while in his arms, even while marked, Riven’s body responded to another man’s call.

The thought alone made Soren’s blood boil.

Riven hesitated, looking away. His lips parted slightly as if he were struggling to say the next words.

"I fear... I have to..." His voice was barely above a whisper, but Soren heard it all too clearly.

Riven swallowed hard.

"...With Ronan."

Red.

Everything in Soren’s vision turned red.

Before Riven could finish that cursed sentence, Soren crushed their lips together.

A kiss—fierce, demanding, possessive.

He swallowed Riven’s words, his anger and jealousy pouring into the kiss like a violent storm.

He bit down on Riven’s lower lip, punishingly so, before soothing it with his tongue, his hand tangling into Riven’s soft hair, tilting his head back to deepen the kiss.

Riven let out a muffled whimper, his hands gripping onto Soren’s shoulders, his body trembling.

Good.

Soren wanted him to tremble. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

He wanted him never even to consider another man’s touch.

He pulled away slightly, his breath hot against Riven’s swollen lips.

His grip on Riven’s waist was unrelenting.

"You think I’ll allow that?" he whispered, his tone dangerously low.

Riven’s eyes were wide, dazed, his lips parted as he struggled to catch his breath.

Soren smirked.

Beautiful.

His Riven looked so beautiful when he was overwhelmed.

When he was his.

His fingers slid along the bite mark he had left on Riven’s neck earlier, pressing just enough to remind him of who he belonged to.

Riven shuddered.

"I won’t let another man put his hands on you," Soren continued, his voice still dangerously soft. His lips brushed against Riven’s jaw, his breath tickling his skin. "Even if he’s your Alpha."

Riven gulped. "B-But..."

Soren leaned in to kiss him again but this time it was brief. And every time Riven would attempt to finish that sentence he would silence him.

The air outside the estate was thick with tension, the kind that made even the most seasoned warriors hesitate.

The bright sunlight did not improve the mood one bit.

At the gates of the estate, a massive white wolf stood, its eyes gleaming with fury and desperation.

Ronan.

His powerful form radiated pure dominance, his snowy fur bristling in agitation as he snarled at the towering estate doors. His claws scraped against the ground, leaving deep gouges in the dirt. His instincts screamed at him—Riven was near. He could feel his mate’s presence, so close, yet still out of reach.

His patience was running thin.

If they didn’t return Riven soon... he would break down that damn door himself.

The guards who had accompanied him had already shifted back into their human forms, standing silently behind their Alpha, awaiting his command. They knew better than to interfere in matters of mateship.

But Ronan... he was beyond reason.

He took a step forward, his muscles coiled, ready to strike, his patience nearly snapped. Just as he was about to force his way in, the doors finally opened.

Xavier stepped out.

His expression was calm, detached, his arms loosely folded behind his back. It was as if he were addressing a merchant at the gates rather than the enraged Alpha of a powerful wolf clan.

Xavier’s eyes flicked to the guards behind Ronan but paid them little mind. His focus was on the wolf who was moments away from declaring war.

"Riven will not be leaving," Xavier said smoothly, his voice void of emotion. "This is Master’s orders."

Ronan let out a low, warning growl before shifting.

In the blink of an eye, his powerful wolf form morphed into that of a man.

He stood tall—broad shoulders tense, his long white hair cascading messily down his back. His icy blue eyes burned with unrestrained anger, his lips curled in a scowl.

He wasn’t here for negotiations.

"I was not asking for him back," Ronan said, his voice sharp as a blade. "I demand that he return to me."

His words carried the weight of an Alpha’s command, a demand that no wolf under his rule would dare disobey.

Yet Xavier did not flinch, he simply delivered the words.

"I am afraid that will not be possible."