Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 24: One Night Stand?

"R-Ronan..." His voice came out breathless, almost pleading.

Ronan hummed against his lips, feigning innocence. "Something wrong?"

"You—ngh..." Riven clenched his fingers into the fabric of Ronan’s shirt, gripping it tightly as Ronan gave another slow, deliberate stroke to his tail. His ears twitched, his breath uneven, his body betraying every hidden weakness.

Ronan drank in the sight of him—his flushed cheeks, the way his lips were slightly swollen from their kiss, the way his tail flicked despite his efforts to control it.

Beautiful.

"Do you know," Ronan murmured, his lips tracing along Riven’s jaw, down to his throat, "how irresistible you are like this?"

Riven tried to form words, tried to respond, but his mind was a mess of sensation, his thoughts scrambled.

Ronan’s touch was unrelenting, sliding from his tail to the small of his back, pressing him closer, letting him feel the firm warmth of his body. His breath was hot against Riven’s skin, his lips pressing lazy, open-mouthed kisses along his pulse point.

"Still exhausted?" Ronan teased, his voice dripping with amusement.

Riven bit his lip, "What do you think?" He frowned.

"I think we can go another round." Ronan teased.

"Forget it." Riven sighed.

He remembered the mentions of how Ronan did not care about his mate’s death, but here he was acting differently than what he remembered. He looked back at Ronan and he saw him staring back at him intently.

Riven turned his face away, ears twitching in mild embarrassment.

Ronan chuckled again, but this time, it was softer. He rested his forehead against Riven’s, his fingers finally easing their tormenting strokes. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Riven’s waist, simply holding him.

A pause.

A rare moment of stillness between them.

Riven felt the steady rise and fall of Ronan’s chest beneath him, the warmth of his breath fanning against his skin. It was strange—intimate in a different way. No teasing, no punishment, no playful taunts. Just... Them.

His body ached, exhausted but content, and for the first time, he allowed himself to relax completely in Ronan’s hold.

Ronan’s lips brushed against his temple, almost absentmindedly.

"You should rest," he murmured, though his hands remained possessive around Riven’s waist, unwilling to let him go just yet.

Riven made a small noise of agreement, his eyes growing heavier, his body molding against Ronan’s warmth.

Just for a little while, he thought. Just until sleep takes me.

Because he knew—

When he woke up, he would want to do it all over again.

Riven woke up feeling... Suspiciously good.

Which, given his recent activities, should have been expected. After all, last night had been spectacular. His body ached in all the right places, a pleasant warmth still lingering on his skin. Even his tail, usually so particular about who touched it, was curled up happily, twitching slightly as if reminiscing.

But there was a problem.

He was alone.

Riven frowned, blinking the sleep out of his eyes. He turned over, expecting to see a certain big, brooding, annoyingly sexy alpha still in bed next to him—preferably in a state of undress, preferably ready for round two.

Instead?

Nothing.

The sheets were cold.

Ronan was gone.

Riven sat up so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash. His wolf ears twitched aggressively as he looked around the room. There was no trace of the man who had absolutely ruined him last night. No discarded clothing, no lingering scent, no nothing.

Like he had never even been there.

"...Huh?"

For a full minute, Riven just sat there, processing. Maybe he was still dreaming? Maybe Ronan had just gone to get breakfast? Maybe—

A soft breeze blew through the open window.

Riven’s ears flattened.

That bastard left.

That unbelievable bastard.

The moment it clicked, his entire body bristled with indignation. His tail fluffed up in pure rage. How dare he?! How dare that damned alpha do all that to him—kiss him, hold him, bite him—bite him, for crying out loud!—and then just leave like it meant nothing?!

Riven had been looking forward to waking up in his arms! He had been looking forward to topping him this time!

And Ronan just—just—disappeared?!

Oh. Oh, he was furious.

Riven threw himself back onto the pillows, dramatically sprawling out across the bed, arms spread wide like some tragic lover abandoned in the night. "I can’t believe this," he muttered to himself. "I got used. Discarded! Like some one-night affair!"

His tail thumped against the mattress in irritation. His ears twitched.

But then, after about thirty seconds of stewing in his own self-pity, the anger started to settle.

Ronan had never actually promised him anything, had he?

And—ugh—if he was being completely honest with himself, it wasn’t totally unexpected. Ronan had assumed he was just an omega in heat, seeking out relief. And to be fair, most alphas didn’t stick around after something like that, especially with male omegas.

It was just...

Riven scowled.

The fact that Ronan didn’t even ask. Didn’t even consider that maybe—just maybe—Riven wasn’t just some random omega passing through. That maybe there was something more here.

He growled low in his throat.

He’d show him.

He didn’t need Ronan.

He didn’t need any alpha.

He was Riven. He was gorgeous. He was hot. He could get any man he wanted.

Yes. That’s what he’d do.

He would leave this place. He would go out, find more hot men, and have the time of his life.

...And maybe, just maybe, make Ronan suffer just a little when he eventually realised what he lost. He knew that would happen... Eventually, Ronan would experience a rut and he would come desperately looking for him. Hah!

Maybe for now it was for the best that no one knew he was Ronan’s mate. He could find new hot men to do before he gets captured by that man to relieve himself.

Satisfied with his new plan, Riven flung himself out of bed. He gathered his things, packed them into a bag, and stormed out of the room, tail flicking behind him with dramatic flair.

It was time to move on.