Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!
Chapter 61: A Spy

Chapter 61: A Spy

Riven crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at Soran, his tail flicking behind him in irritation. "So you wanted to extort him now? Is that why I was bought in the first place?"

Soran didn’t seem the least bit offended by the accusation. If anything, his mood brightened at the mention of extortion, like a cat that had just spotted a fat, helpless mouse.

"That’s exactly right," he admitted with a smirk. "I did buy you. But only because you were a curious specimen."

Riven’s ears twitched at that. Specimen. He bristled. ’Oh, great. Love being referred to as some rare exhibit in a creepy collector’s cabinet.’

Well, Soran was creepy but also hot so it was okay. It balanced out.

"Most half-breeds of any clan lean more towards their animal side than their human one. They’re predictable, instinct-driven. But you? You seem... Different." His sharp gaze flickered over Riven like he was trying to dissect him on the spot. "Unique. And I like collecting unique things."

Riven barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

’So, I’m not even a person now? Just another item or thing.’ He thought.

Still, there was something there.

Soran valued unique things.

If that was the case... Maybe he had an angle to work with.

Because there was no way in hell he was going back to Ronan.

Riven wasn’t stupid—he knew his options were limited. But if he could charm Soran, convince him that he was worth keeping, then maybe he’d have a chance.

And besides... yandere types were his favorite.

He licked his lips, shifting closer. "Say, if you like unique things so much, why are you giving me away? I mean, I am super unique—didn’t you hear?" His voice took on a teasing lilt, playful and light, but there was intent beneath it. "Would you really want Ronan to just waltz off with me? Get away with something as precious as me?"

Soran’s gaze darkened, the amusement in his expression turning into something colder, sharper.

He leaned forward slightly, tilting his head. "Not unique enough for me to go against Ronan and refuse the huge bounty on your head."

His voice was flat, absolute.

And for a second—just a second—Riven hesitated.

That was... Definitely a problem.

But not one that he couldn’t work around.

Instead of retreating, he pushed further.

Riven bit his lip, his sharp canines sinking in just slightly for effect.

Then he let out a small sigh, tilting his head dramatically. "You just don’t see it yet," he lamented, giving Soran his best mock-disappointed look. "I am very unique. You just haven’t realized it."

Soran’s expression did not change. If anything, his patience looked like it was wearing thin.

Riven panicked internally but kept his face smooth.

Alright, time for the nuclear option.

He placed a hand against his chest, looking dead serious.

"I am the only male omega who can get pregnant."

Silence.

A very long silence.

Soran’s eyes narrowed. His entire demeanor shifted, going from mildly entertained to completely unamused.

Riven held his ground.

"You heard me," he pressed. "Who is more unique than that?"

Soran did not answer.

Instead, he just stared at him, like he was trying to decide whether Riven was insane or just an idiot.

And then, finally—

His expression flattened.

"You know what I do with liars?" Another threat. Riven pouted, what the hell? You are giving up a golden goose!

Riven’s tail twitched.

So he doubled down.

"If you don’t believe me," Riven murmured, his voice dropping slightly, taking on a deliberate edge of mischief—

"You could... Give it a try."

He smiled, cheeky and playful, his golden eyes gleaming with wicked amusement.

Soran stilled.

The air shifted, turning heavy—dangerous.

For a moment, the man didn’t move, his sharp, calculating gaze pinned on Riven like a predator deciding whether or not to pounce.

And then—without warning—

Soran let out a low, unimpressed sigh and leaned back.

His interest was completely gone.

"If you’re trying to seduce me into keeping you," he said dryly, "you’re doing a terrible job."

Riven pouted.

"Okay. That was rude."

But he wasn’t giving up.

"You’re telling me," Riven started, his tail swaying behind him lazily, "that you have zero curiosity about whether I’m telling the truth?"

Soran’s brow twitched.

Oh. That hit something.

He was a collector. Someone who hunted rare things, who thrived on knowledge.

And curiosity was a dangerous thing.

Riven’s grin widened.

Seeing that Soran did not budge, out of sheer desperation, Riven made a mistake.

"Wait!" he blurted out, his voice sharp with urgency. "Don’t you need heirs for this empire you built? And I know that you don’t like women! So am I not the best choice?!"

The words left his mouth before he could think better of it.

And the second they did, he felt the air shift.

A dangerous silence settled over the room.

Riven’s heart stuttered.

He messed up.

Soran had been entertained before. Amused. Even a little irritated. But now?

Now, he was completely still.

Like a predator that had just spotted its prey making a fatal mistake.

His eyes—sharp, piercing, inhumanly cold— narrowed.

The temperature in the room seemed to drop.

Riven swallowed hard.

He had only meant to convince Soran to keep him. To appeal to his practical side. But he had spoken too much.

Soran should not have known that Riven was aware of this part of his past.

He had not mentioned his mother or his past directly, but—

The damage was already done.

Riven could see it clearly in Soran’s reaction.

Something dark and furious stirred in those deep dark eyes, like a long-buried wound had been torn open.

And then—a sound.

Low. Slow. Dangerous.

Soran was laughing.

It wasn’t pleasant.

It wasn’t amused.

It was terrifying.

Riven’s tail bristled.

The laughter was deep, eerie, laced with something twisted—like it belonged to someone who had just found a reason to kill.

Soran was now sure that Riven was a spy.

Otherwise, how could he possibly know? He knew how to deal with those who were foolish enough to entertain these thoughts.