Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 38: Stay With Me

Ronan was quick about it. He didn’t like wasting time, and when something needed to be done, he got it done efficiently.

Within minutes, he had gathered everything Riven needed—chocolate, a heating pad, and a fresh change of sheets. He even had the maids discreetly handle the mess, ensuring that Riven could remain comfortable.

And yet, despite all that efficiency, he found himself hesitating at the doorway.

Riven was curled up in the bed, looking pitiful as hell, buried under blankets with his arms wrapped around his stomach.

His tail was so sad and no longer jumping with energy. Seeing Riven like this would make anyone want to go over and take care of him. He was a little baby.

Ronan cleared his throat. "You have everything you need. I’ll leave you to rest."

He turned to go.

"No!"

The whine that left Riven’s lips was so undignified that Ronan actually paused mid-step. He turned his head slightly, glancing over his shoulder.

Riven pouted, eyes full of betrayal. "I won’t allow you to leave me again!"

Ronan blinked.

Again?

He frowned, confusion flickering through him. "I was just—"

"No." Riven cut him off, shaking his head dramatically. "You can’t just bring me supplies like some soldier delivering rations and then disappear into the night. That’s cruel! How heartless are you?"

Ronan’s frown deepened. "I have work to do."

"And I have cramps, which is obviously a bigger problem!"

Ronan exhaled slowly, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "You can’t be serious."

"Oh, I’m very serious," Riven huffed, wincing slightly as another cramp hit him.

I suffered through this alone in my last life, and I refuse to do it again. If I have to endure this, then this handsome Alpha will endure it with me.

For twenty years he had gone through periods, now he has to go through them again. But omega males couldn’t get pregnant in this story... And even if they did... They never experienced periods... So why did he have to experience hell all over again?

He looked at Ronan who seemed to be contemplating something.

They weren’t in a relationship. They weren’t mates.

They were just...

Ronan frowned.

What were they?

They weren’t one-night stands—that much was clear. And Riven was definitely not a mistress. That thought alone made Ronan’s stomach churn with distaste.

He had never been the type to toy with someone, and he wasn’t about to start now. And if Riven heard what he was thinking right now, he might take a pillow to his face.

But then... What did that make this?

Riven, oblivious to the internal war happening inside Ronan’s head, shifted in the bed, eyes narrowing. "You’re still thinking about leaving, aren’t you?"

"I have responsibilities." He did... He did want to leave but it was still just an excuse. When he was with Riven, he couldn’t think straight, all he could think of was pouncing on him.

"I don’t care," Riven whined, his voice was so low it was concerning. Ronan gave in, looking at those emerald eyes now brimming with tears, how could he leave?

Ronan sighed deeply, he still wanted to attempt to reason with him. "Riven—"

"Ronan!"

Ronan froze.

Not many people called him by his name.

Most called him Alpha, Master, Lord, or some other title that put a barrier between him and everyone else. But Riven? Riven said his name as if it was the most natural thing in the world, like he had every right to say it.

That alone was enough to shake him.

Against his rational decision to leave, Ronan found himself staying. He turned back, staring at Riven with a mixture of frustration and reluctant surrender.

Riven, sensing his victory, gave a small, triumphant smile. "Good boy."

Ronan growled.

Before Riven could get another word in, Ronan grabbed him, pulling him into his arms and settling onto the bed beside him.

Riven yelped in surprise before melting into the warmth, his body instantly relaxing against Ronan’s. "Mmm," he hummed contentedly, pressing his face against Ronan’s chest. "See? This is so much better than working."

Well, he could not deny that. Riven’s scent did bring him comfort, it was strong like perfume that would cause him headaches, he felt calm, he felt like burying his face into his neck.

The silence that followed was surprisingly comfortable.

Riven’s breathing evened out, his body growing heavier as he relaxed in Ronan’s arms. The warmth from the heating pad was helping, and Ronan could feel the tension in his muscles slowly fading.

For a while, it was peaceful.

And then...

"Your chest is so firm," Riven murmured sleepily, his fingers wandering.

Ronan narrowed his eyes. "Stop that."

"So muscular..."

"Riven."

Riven’s hand trailed over Ronan’s abs, tracing the lines with appreciation. "Are these... the fabled Alpha muscles?"

Ronan growled. "Stop being so naughty."

Riven immediately stopped, pouting. "Wow, I was literally in pain five minutes ago and you’re already scolding me. What happened to comforting your poor, suffering Omega?"

"You don’t seem to be suffering anymore."

"Well, you helped," Riven smirked, nudging him. "My own personal heating pad."

Ronan exhaled heavily, deciding it was best to just ignore him.

Riven yawned, snuggling deeper into his chest. "Hey, Ronan?"

"Hm?"

"Do you ever let yourself relax?"

Ronan hesitated.

Did he?

Sure, he had moments of stillness. But they were never intentional. His life was filled with responsibilities, with duty, with making sure everything was in order.

Even now, holding Riven, he was thinking about the things he should be doing.

Riven sighed, as if he already knew the answer. "I think you should stay here longer."

"You just want more cuddles."

"Obviously," Riven admitted shamelessly. "But also because I think you need this as much as I do."

Ronan tensed.

He didn’t like how easily Riven could see through him.

But instead of arguing, instead of pushing away like he should, he simply stayed.

Let himself breathe even if it was only for a little while.