Chapter 240: Jealousy, Jealousy - Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel! - NovelsTime

Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!

Chapter 240: Jealousy, Jealousy

Author: punzygracy
updatedAt: 2025-07-13

CHAPTER 240: JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY

Soren grabbed Riven’s neck, tilting his head up to meet his gaze. Riven’s eyes sparkled with a mix of exhaustion and bliss, the remnants of their passionate encounter evident on his flushed face. Soren leaned in, capturing Riven’s lips in a heated kiss, pouring every ounce of his desire into that moment.

He melted into Soren’s hold, his heart racing as their mouths moved together. Soren’s taste was mixed with the remnants of his climax.

Ronan watched, a mix of pleasure and possessiveness coursing through him as Soren kissed Riven. He could see the bond between them, how Riven responded to Soren’s touch.

By now, he was free to move and let go of Riven. The knot was undone, but he did not move.

As Soren’s hands roamed to the back of Riven’s neck, pulling him closer. Ronan could physically feel Riven slip from his hands. It had become a silent competition.

As Soren pulled back from the kiss, he caught a glimpse of Ronan’s expression—his brow furrowed, jaw tight, eyes darkening with jealousy.

Ronan’s grip on Riven tightened, a low growl escaping his lips. "You think you can just take him from me?" he said, his voice low and dangerous. The possessiveness surged through him, the urge to protect what was his overwhelming.

"I’m not taking anything. Riven has a choice, and I can see how much he wants me." His tone was defiant and confident.

Riven, caught in the middle, felt the heat of their rivalry. Come on! They just had an amazing threesome, was this really needed now?

Ronan leaned closer, his eyes locking onto Soren’s. "He belongs with me. He is my mate."

"And yet he chose me."

Riven’s heart raced as he felt the intensity of their emotions, each man vying for his attention. Ah, wasn’t this the ultimate dream? Wait no, no. He did not want to choose! His dream was to have a harem!

"I’m tired..." Riven weakly muttered.

Ronan and Soren paused, their expressions shifting as they processed Riven’s words. The heat of their rivalry hung in the air, but now he was more important.

Riven took a deep breath, the aftermath of their intense encounter still swirling in his mind. As he glanced between Ronan and Soren, he felt the weight of their attention on him, a mix of possessiveness and concern. "I think I’m going to wash up," he said, hoping to ease the tension.

Before he could take a step, both Ronan and Soren chimed in unison, "Let me help." Their voices were almost comically synchronised, but the intensity in their eyes was anything but funny.

Riven rolled his eyes, a playful smirk crossing his lips despite the flutter of warmth in his chest. "I can manage by myself," he replied, though part of him wished that he could take the help of at least one of them because his legs felt weak from their session, and the thought of standing without support was daunting.

He turned on his heel, deciding to bypass the bathroom for now. Instead, he made his way to the closet, pulling out a soft robe. The fabric felt luxurious against his skin as he wrapped it around himself, a comforting layer between him and the world.

"I’m going to my room to rest," he announced, turning back to face them. "You guys can just chill out here." He didn’t miss the flash of disappointment that crossed both their faces, but he needed a moment alone.

Well, asking them to chill out there was a joke anyway, a joke that did not land. They would immediately leave for their own rooms.

Ronan stepped forward, his brow creased with concern. "Are you sure you don’t want one of us to stay with you?" he asked, his voice softening.

Soren crossed his arms, watching Riven with an intense gaze. "You shouldn’t be alone right now," he added, the edge of possessiveness still lingering in his tone.

Riven managed a small smile, appreciating their concern even as he felt the need for solitude. "I’ll be fine, I just need to... Rest for a while." He took a step toward the door, feeling the weight of their gazes following him.

Sorry boys, the poor half-wolf needed his rest.

Both men hesitated, glancing at each other as if debating who would make the first move. Finally, Riven opened the door, letting out a soft sigh. "I am not breaking up with you, I am just asking you to let me rest!"

Riven collapsed onto his bed, the soft mattress welcoming him as he sank into its embrace. He was utterly spent, the remnants of their passionate encounter still coursing through him, leaving him too tired to even think about washing up. Instead, he let his eyes flutter shut, the exhaustion wrapping around him like a heavy blanket. He still preferred to cuddle but alas, it was not meant to be.

In the doorway, Soren and Ronan exchanged awkward glances, neither quite knowing what to say. What could they even say? Putting aside the jealousy and possessiveness, they just saw each other naked. They just wanted to leave and not see each other ever.

With a shared, unspoken understanding, they turned and retreated to their respective rooms, and not disturbing Riven.

Ronan slipped into his room, a sense of relief washing over him. The satisfaction of having mated with Riven lingered.

He felt a sense of completeness, a bond forged that nothing could break, even with the annoying presence of Soren hovering nearby. As he lay down, he closed his eyes, he fell asleep rather quickly.

In contrast, Soren found himself pacing in his room, a storm brewing within him. The jealousy he felt over Riven’s affection for Ronan gnawed at him, a persistent ache that refused to fade. He ran a hand through his hair, frustration bubbling just beneath the surface.

The flush of passion from earlier was still fresh in his mind, but the thought of Riven collapsing into Ronan’s arms, vulnerable and trusting, twisted his gut.

Novel