Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 259: It Begins

"Why are you even here?" Leon growled, his voice low, barely restrained. His golden eyes burned with the kind of anger that came from betrayal. "Are you trying to hurt me?"

Riven blinked. "What?"

"You said you had nothing to hold onto." Leon scowled, like he was chewing on glass. "Was that your way of telling me I didn’t matter? That I was some kind of... Accidental inconvenience?"

"No," Riven muttered, shaking his head. "Leon, I didn’t come here to argue. That’s not why I’m here."

"Could’ve fooled me," Leon bit back.

Riven exhaled sharply. His shoulders were tight, his heart racing. He looked at the man in front of him—fuming, hurt, proud, stupidly attractive even now—and remembered that he came here to stop a war. Not start another argument.

"I apologise," he said at last, voice going flat and formal. That distant tone he used when diplomacy was the only way out. "But I ask you to take a good look at what you’re doing. You’re on the verge of throwing your kingdom into war over—over this. Over a personal grudge. Is it worth it?"

Leon scoffed. "Don’t flatter yourself. I have strategic reasons."

"Oh?" Riven arched a brow. "And let me guess—those ’strategic reasons’ conveniently began the moment you saw me with Soren? You did say you were about to retreat, but suddenly changed your mind."

Leon didn’t answer. He turned his head away, jaw tightening.

Riven stepped forward, carefully, cautiously. "You’re angry. I get that. But if this is about what happened between us... Let’s keep it between us rather than involve the clans."

Leon’s fists clenched at his sides. His mind was a storm of thoughts he couldn’t say out loud. Not now. Not like this.

Because in truth... he was angry. Furious. Jealous. But most of all, he was confused.

Why was Riven getting under his skin like this? Why did the idea of Soren kissing him, touching him disturb him so much?

The same thought appeared in his mind again. Why was he this affected? He was used to one-night stands, no strings attached. But it was different with Riven. He could not separate his emotions from it. It was weird. And he was going to find out why.

Riven had left.

Just like that.

No note. No promise. No staying.

Now here he was, acting like they were strangers.

So, Leon reasoned bitterly, if that’s how Riven wanted to play it—then fine.

He would play along.

He would win the war. Defeat Soren. Push Ronan out of the picture. Riven didn’t belong to either of them. And if they weren’t going to fight for him properly, then Leon would.

He didn’t fully understand what this pull was between them—this madness—but he knew one thing for sure: he wanted Riven. Not as a political piece. Not even as a consort. He wanted to own that closeness again. That vulnerability. That spark. It was addictive, and Leon had never once in his life been denied something he wanted.

Ronan, in his opinion, was a weakling for allowing Soren to share Riven’s affection. That was no way to protect something precious. No wonder Leon had little respect for him. And Soren—he and Leon were too similar. Proud, possessive, unyielding. There could only be one predator at the top of the chain.

Leon didn’t want to share.

He wanted to win.

And the only obstacle in his way was Soren.

"Go back to your camp," Leon finally said, his voice calmer now, but cold. "Tell your leopard that war is still on."

Riven looked stunned. "So that’s it? You’re not going to think this through?"

"I have thought it through," Leon replied, turning to face him fully now. "And unlike Ronan, I don’t share."

There was a pause.

"Be ready to go back with me." With that, Leon left.

Riven rolled his eyes. He had seen this fight before, in the original story they fought over Eli, they were evenly matched. They had no choice but to give in and share, the very thing Soren thought was pathetic to do.

Not too long after Riven’s unsuccessful chat, it started to rain. It set a gloomy tone for what was about to come.

Riven stood behind Soren’s force. Most of them were snow leopards, the rest were wolves.

The chanting and taunting of Leon’s advancing army came rolling across the field: hundreds of raised voices, marching feet, glinting weapons.

Riven swallowed the lump in his throat. He glanced at Soren, who stood stoic and silent, eyes narrowed like hunting cats. Soren surveyed Leon’s forces. They were at least double the size of his forces.

Leon seemed to summon more men from his kingdom the night before. Though outnumbered, Soren was confident in his men’s abilities. The terrain still favoured them, those lions were only used to the plain savannah.

The battle was imminent, and Riven could already feel his chest constricting. Soren did not seem fazed, this seemed like a usual occurrence to him.

Soldiers from both sides raised identical cries: "For honour!" "For the clan!"

Riven had only seen war in movies, seeing it in person was unnerving. The unfortunate reality was that... He was in a BL novel, sure, but the world setting was one where killing and conflict were common.

"Soren," Riven whispered. "They’re charging."

"Are you worried?" He seemed so confident that Riven shook his head.

Both Leon and Soren were skilled masters, so neither of them participated in the ’war’. The casualties would only increase if two male leads fought each other.

The air filled with war-cries and thuds of bodies hitting ground. Mud splattered into the air with each heavy step. Crossbow bolts screeched past and buried in armor. Riven turned to steady Soren—except Soren was already moving, slicing through the chaos.

Riven whispered to Soren. They were sitting ducks if they didn’t do anything. "We’re outnumbered."

"Just trust me," Soren’s eyes scanned the battlefield in front of him. Riven followed his gaze and frowned at what he saw.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Leon. Leon moved like an enraged lion through the enemy, a golden blaze of fur and fury. He was headed towards them. freewēbnoveℓ.com

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