Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 120: Only For A Week

Riven’s cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson, the heat of his embarrassment coursing through him like wildfire. He only realised now what Ronan meant. How could he- name him something like that!

With a swift motion, he pushed himself up and away from Ronan, his movements hurried and slightly clumsy. His fingers fumbled as he adjusted his disheveled clothing, smoothing out the creases and tugging at the hem of his shirt and buttoning his pants as if that could erase what had just transpired.

Without meeting Ronan’s gaze, Riven turned on his heel and began to walk away, his strides brisk and purposeful. The cool night air brushed against his heated skin, providing a stark contrast to the warmth that had enveloped him moments before.

Ronan, still lying on the ground, watched Riven’s retreating figure with an amused glint in his eyes. His own clothing was in a state of disarray, but such trivial matters held no concern for him.

What mattered was the man walking away from him, the man who had unknowingly reignited a spark within him. A slow, genuine smile spread across Ronan’s lips as he propped himself up on his elbows, taking a moment to appreciate the situation.

But he wasn’t about to let Riven slip away so easily. With a fluid motion, Ronan rose to his feet, his movements graceful despite the disheveled state of his attire. He began to follow Riven, his long strides effortlessly closing the distance between them.

The chase was on, and Ronan relished the thrill of it. He was a predator, after all. There was something invigorating about pursuing Riven, about the playful cat-and-mouse dynamic that had developed between them. It was a game, yes, but it was also more than that. It was a dance of emotions, of unspoken words and lingering glances.

Riven, hearing the approaching footsteps, glanced over his shoulder and felt a surge of competitive spirit.

He quickened his pace, his feet hitting the ground with increased urgency. The garden’s path stretched out before him, illuminated by the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the trees.

The scent of blooming flowers filled the air, but Riven paid them no mind. His focus was solely on creating as much distance as possible between himself and Ronan. He had to win!

But Ronan was relentless. He could sense Riven’s sense of urgency, which only encouraged him more.

There was a certain warmth in this playful pursuit, a lightheartedness that had been absent from his life for far too long. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this alive, this engaged. The weight of his responsibilities, the burdens he carried they all seemed to fade into the background in this moment.

As Riven realised that Ronan was closing in, his heart pounded in his chest, if he was caught, he was not going to sleep that night!

He broke into a sprint, his legs propelling him forward with all the speed he could muster. The wind rushed past him, tousling his hair and cooling his flushed face. He felt a fleeting sense of freedom, of escape.

But deep down, he knew it was futile. Ronan was an Alpha, and his strength and speed were unparalleled. The odds were stacked against him. This was not fair!

True to his position and powers, Ronan quickly closed the gap.

His powerful strides ate up the distance, and before Riven could react, Ronan reached out and scooped him up into his arms.

The sudden lift took Riven by surprise, a startled gasp escaping his lips as he found himself cradled against Ronan’s chest. The world tilted for a moment, everything was a blur, and then he was grounded again, but this time in the firm and unwavering embrace of the Alpha.​

Ronan’s laughter rang out, rich and melodious, resonating in the quiet halls. The sound was infectious, a genuine expression of joy that Riven hadn’t heard from him before. It was a revelation, a glimpse into a side of Ronan that was rarely, if ever, displayed. Riven found it extremely charming.

"Put me down," Riven demanded, his voice lacking the conviction he intended. He squirmed in Ronan’s hold, but the Alpha’s grip was firm yet gentle, unyielding yet tender. There was no malice in his actions, only a playful determination that both frustrated and intrigued Riven.​

"Not a chance," Ronan replied, a smirk playing on his lips. "You ran from me, and now I’ve caught you. That means I get to keep you."

Riven’s ears twitched, and a faint blush crept across his cheeks, warming his entire face. Ronan was being extra smooth today!

He looked away, pretending to be unaffected—but the way his tail curled slightly betrayed him.

"...Only for a week though," he mumbled, barely audible.

Ronan’s arms tightened around him. That one sentence... Just that one sentence was enough to hurt him as much as any weapon could have. It was something that could make him spill blood, either his or his rival’s.

His hold became possessive, fierce. "Then I’ll just have to make the most of every second we have."

Riven gasped at the heat in his voice, the closeness of their bodies, the wild feeling in his chest that refused to calm down. His head tilted up slightly, eyes locking with Ronan’s. There was something magnetic in that gaze—stormy and unwavering, like the pull of the tide.

Riven would have been described as Ronan’s moon if he ever asked him. Ronan would say, he brightened his dark life, he would guide him through the forest of confusion, he was the reason the wolf in him felt stronger...

They were connected, it was undeniable, but Riven was like a part of him now. How could he bear to lose a part of himself?

Ronan didn’t hesitate. He leaned in, brushing his lips against Riven’s—soft at first, a whisper of a touch. He slowly deepened the kiss, his hand cradling the back of Riven’s neck, drawing him closer until there was no space left between them.