Get Away From Him!

Gods, what is wrong with me? Even my horniness should have limits!

"Julius…" Riven's voice came out softer than he wanted.

Riven knew that this man was crazy but he seemed like he was going to force him right here, right now. Which... Well, in all fairness that was pretty common in BL stories, it was also a trope Riven was not really into.

Pinned against his own bed, his wrists locked beneath Julius' iron grip, Riven knew he was at a disadvantage. Julius was a trained warrior, a powerful wolf, a future heir.

His strength was undeniable. Riven, on the other hand, had never properly trained—he couldn't even shift into a full wolf form like the others.

And yet, something inside him burned.

A deep, primal instinct stirred within his blood, coiling in his chest, anger? Annoyance?

Julius' body loomed over him, his hot breath fanning against Riven's neck as he spoke. "Choose me, Riven. Stay here with me. I'll make sure you live a good life—"

Riven's patience snapped.

With a sudden surge of energy, he shoved Julius—hard. Harder than he even expected. Julius was sent flying backwards, landing on the floor with a graceless thud.

For a second, there was stunned silence.

Julius blinked up at him, disoriented, and Riven had to hold back a laugh. He had never seen Julius look so dumbfounded before.

"Well," Riven smirked, stretching his limbs as if he hadn't been pinned a moment ago. "That was unexpected."

Julius snarled and made a move to stand, but before he could react, Riven was on him.

With smooth, controlled movement, Riven grabbed Julius by the front of his clothes and flipped him onto the bed. Now, Julius was the one pinned down, staring up at him with wide, stunned eyes.

"I only let you bully me," Riven whispered, tilting his head as he studied Julius' expression, which flickered between frustration and something else. Something deeper. "As long as I choose to stay calm, you can act however you want—like the arrogant shit you are."

Julius' breath hitched.

"But once I take back control," Riven continued, eyes gleaming with amusement, "you're nothing but a worthless dog."

Julius hated that.

Riven could see the way his eyes darkened, the way his lips curled slightly as if suppressing a growl. Oh, he hated this. Hated being under Riven. Hated being overpowered by the very person he had always taunted and teased.

And most of all, he hated how much he liked it. Riven was on him, he was touching him. He was smirking...

Julius struggled, his muscles flexing, trying to push Riven off. But Riven… didn't budge.

For the first time, Riven was stronger.

Julius' pride took a hit, but his wolf side thrived on the challenge. The anger in his eyes only deepened, but there was something else there—something heated, something dangerous.

"You little—" Julius growled.

Riven leaned in closer, so close that their lips were barely an inch apart. "What? Cat got your tongue?"

Julius struggled again, his strength immense—but Riven's was greater.

He had never known this feeling before. The rush of power, the thrill of control. He had always been the one who got pushed around, and treated as the lesser one. But now? Now he had Julius beneath him, helpless.

This was thrilling. He was thoroughly enjoying himself.

Satisfied, Riven finally loosened his grip.

In an instant, Julius moved, flipping them over in a blur of motion.

Riven barely had time to react before his back hit the cold wall of his room. Julius pinned him there, his body pressing dangerously close, one hand gripping both of Riven's wrists and holding them above his head.

Julius smirked now. A dark, predatory smirk.

"You were saying?"

Riven, despite the shift in position, was unfazed. He let out a breathless laugh, looking down at Julius—even though technically, Julius was taller. "Even when you've pinned me," he said, his tone slow, deliberate, "I know I'm in control."

Julius' eyes narrowed.

"Because I let it happen," Riven continued, voice teasing. "It didn't happen to me. It wasn't forced on me. I allowed it to happen."

The frustration in Julius' gaze was palpable. He hated that he couldn't shake Riven. Couldn't break through his confidence. Hated that even though he was the one pinning Riven, it still felt like Riven was the one with all the power.

Julius licked his lips, his fangs barely visible. "You—"

BANG.

The door slammed open.

A gust of wind burst into the room as Alpha Ronan stormed in.

"GET AWAY FROM HIM!"

Julius immediately let go of Riven's wrists, stepping back like a child caught stealing from the cookie jar.

Riven, meanwhile, just stared.

Ronan stood in the doorway, his icy blue eyes burning with rage, his presence commanding. He looked like a husband who had just walked in on his wife in bed with another man.

It was hilarious.

"You!" Ronan had to stop himself from screaming. His eyes were fixated on Riven whose face was now tinged with the colour of love... Why was he blushing?!

Ronan's glare was fixed on Julius, his whole body tense, fists clenched.

Julius, for once, seemed speechless.

"I said. Get away from him," Ronan repeated, his voice laced with authority.

Julius exhaled slowly, locking eyes with Ronan, unafraid. Then, finally, he scoffed. "You're a little late, Alpha."

Ronan's jaw clenched.

Riven, still smirking, crossed his arms. Is the big bad wolf jealous?

Ronan shot him a warning look. "Riven. Pack your things." How could he be smiling at a time like this?!

Julius stepped forward, his voice sharp. "You can't just take him—"

Ronan turned his head, looking at Julius with a slow, deliberate glare. "Are you challenging me?"

Julius' wolf stirred at the underlying threat in those words, but he knew better. He was strong, but Ronan was the Alpha.

"…Tch." Julius clenched his fists but said nothing.

Riven, meanwhile, dramatically sighed. "Wow, two men fighting over me? I feel so special."

Ronan looked like he was seconds away from strangling him.

Riven blinked in surprise, "Did I say that out loud?" He was enjoying the scene but he didn't think he would slip.