Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel! Chapter 29: New Target

Including Riven, there were four n and five won in this little werewolf camp. All five won were alphas, naturally. And for the n?

Well, it didn’t matter what they were—oga, beta, or alpha—because none of them could get pregnant. And in this delightful little society, if you couldn’t pop out babies, you had the freedom to put your energy into anything you wanted.

Riven scowled.

He already knew the werewolf clan wasn’t exactly kind to its females, but seeing it firsthand? It was worse than he thought. Female ogas were valued for their ability to reproduce, sure, but outside of that? Weak. Helpless. Expected to stay ho and rear offspring.

And male ogas?

Riven resisted the urge to let out a long, dramatic sigh.

Male ogas were straight-up liabilities.

They couldn’t breed, couldn’t fight as well as alphas or betas, and had only a few career options: doing odd jobs, living under so beta’s charity, or—his personal favorite—becoming so alpha’s little plaything. A side piece. A pretty little mistress tucked away for private entertainnt.

Ugh.

Honestly, the whole thing was ridiculous. The world setting technically allowed sa-sex relationships, but the general attitude toward them? Blegh. If you were a female alpha, you could still impregnate an oga female, so whatever, fine, no complaints there. But male-male relationships?

A complete waste of ti.

Society practically sneered at the idea.

And Riven? Riven was offended.

Seriously, was the universe just against him at this point? The gods up above, sitting on their divine clouds, probably had a whole committee dedicated to making his life harder.

He was a half-breed, oga male. Life was not okay.

Still they did him a solid by bringing him into this world so he would not curse them too much.

A small smirk curled at the edge of his lips.

There was sothing thrilling about breaking the rules.

If the world wanted to treat male-male relationships as sothing forbidden, well, that just made it all the more tempting. Riven loved a little rebellion. A little defiance. And honestly, the fact that the werewolf clan didn’t strictly enforce the rules made things even more interesting.

Because let’s be real—if an oga went into heat, all logic went out the window. Instinct took over. And in those monts, no one was standing around going, "Wait! Is this socially acceptable?"

No. They were thinking, "Oh crap, that oga slls good. Must. Mate. Now."

Which ant that despite all the ridiculous laws, plenty of alphas had already had a taste of exactly what they weren’t supposed to have.

Riven chuckled to himself.

The hypocrisy was hilarious.

And really, it just made him more determined to live exactly how he wanted.

Did society think male ogas were useless? Well, he’d prove them wrong.Did they think male-male relationships were a waste of ti?

Well, too bad, because he was gonna find himself the hottest, most possessive, most jealous alpha around and make sure he got thoroughly, sinfully, and repeatedly ruined.

His tail flicked with satisfaction at the thought.

Male-male relationships were mostly seen in the werewolf clan since ogas could go into heat. As for the other clans of this world... Well... They never really had sa sex relationships. It did not matter! Riven will do it! He will be the pioneer! The founding fathe- daddy of sa sex relationships!

Besides, this was a BL world, it was only inevitable.

Riven leaned back against the sofa, next to him was Raphael, while Victor and Ambrose were beside them.

He had plans.

Escape? Pfft. Why would he escape? He had just been thrown into a literal buffet of handso n, and it would be such a waste if he didn’t at least... sample a few things.

His ears twitched with interest as he looked them over.

Alphas, betas—it didn’t really matter. Society might have thrown male ogas into the "liability" category, but Riven? He was a connoisseur of fine n.

And this ridiculous world might have called male-male relationships a "waste of ti," but Riven firmly believed in wasting ti as often as possible if it ant rolling around in bed with attractive n.

Riven leaned in close—too close—toward Raphael, his wolf ears twitching with interest as he inhaled deeply. "Mmm..." He humd in approval. "You sll very attractive."

Raphael stiffened instantly, his whole body going rigid as if he’d just been told to recite an entire war manual backwards. He blinked at Riven, then scowled, imdiately leaning away.

What was this oga doing? Sniffing him like so excited puppy?!

His father always said to follow an Alpha’s words, that discipline and obedience were key. Oga or not, Riven was supposed to be smart, or at least that was what Ronan claid.

Raphael was inclined to disagree.

This dog had only one thing on his mind.

And that thing was mating.

Riven, undeterred by Raphael’s obvious discomfort, only grinned wider, his canines flashing mischievously. "I won’t bite," he said smoothly, voice dripping with amusent, "unless you want to."

Raphael nearly choked.

What.

No. No, no, no. This was not happening.

he was stuck with this oga, this shaless, unhinged, flirtatious nace who had apparently decided that Raphael was his next target.

He imdiately scooted away, putting as much distance between them as the cramped space would allow. This was not happening.

Riven, however, pouted.

Actually pouted, like so lovesick puppy denied a treat.

He hadn’t expected Raphael to run away. Usually, when he flirted, people blushed, got flustered, maybe stamred a little. But this guy? He acted like Riven had just declared war on his personal space.

Raphael, unfortunately, did not notice that his ears had turned red.

Riven did notice.

And he grinned.

Oh dear Raphael, you are my next target. Don’t disappoint .

Listening to his thoughts, Riven felt like he sounded like a villain.

Riven smirked, entirely too pleased with himself. "You’re adorable when you’re flustered."

"I am not flustered!"

"Of course not, Raffy." Riven winked. He even gave this pretty boy a nickna! Riven was undressing him with his eyes and Raphael, the poor studious boy, was feeling awkward.