Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 335: Mated To Triplets

Chapter 335: Mated To Triplets
"I want to talk privately with Bob."
Riven narrowed his eyes at the redhead in front of him like he was trying to laser-beam the truth out of the guy.
John, the human embodiment of a brick wall, immediately hugged Bob tighter from behind like Riven was about to snatch him away and sell him for spare parts.
Riven rolled his eyes so hard he was pretty sure he saw the back of his skull.
Look, I did not wake up today planning to be a Karen, but here we are. I am about to go full Karen.
"I won’t hurt the guy," Riven continued, his tone flat but edged with annoyance. "I just need to discuss some things with him. And—" he gestured vaguely around them, "—not to brag, but everyone here and back in the wolf clan knows who I am, so... Do you really wanna mess with me?"
He ended it with his hands on his hips, channeling every annoyed aunt at a customer service counter.
Bob, to his credit, didn’t look scared. Just mildly confused and maybe slightly entertained. He patted John’s hand like he was reassuring a skittish horse.
"I’ll be fine," Bob said.
John bent down slightly, muttering, "I’ll be right here. Call me if anything happens."
Riven fought the urge to gag. ’Seriously? Were we this sappy?’ he thought, then immediately answered himself.
’Nah, I’m not this cringe.’
Spoiler: he absolutely was that cringe. He was just deeply in denial.
The whole exchange was starting to draw attention from passersby, which only made Riven more impatient. "Look, Bob, we need to have a little chat, somewhere with fewer people. You know... Before I start shouting about trucks in the middle of the street."
That got Bob’s attention. His eyes flicked to Riven’s, a flash of recognition—or maybe panic—crossing his face.
Bingo. They quickly moved to the side and Bob was more enthusiastic about the discussion now.
"You’re... Not from here, are you?" Riven asked, his voice dropping low.
"I am... Not. How do you know—are you?" Bob couldn’t even finish the sentence.
"Yes," Riven said without hesitation, leaning in just enough to be dramatic. "I am not from here either. And you—" he jabbed a finger toward Bob’s chest, "—talked about a truck running over you. How did you get here? Because I, for one, was hit by a truck."
Bob froze. His eyes darted left, then right, then back to Riven like he was considering his options: lie, run, or fake a fainting spell.
"I too... Was hit by a truck," Bob said slowly, like each word was being pried out of him with pliers.
Riven narrowed his eyes. "Mm-hmm. Except you said earlier you
wished
the truck hit you. That does not make sense." He crossed his arms, head tilting like a cat about to knock over a cup on purpose. "Bob... Are you lying to me?"
The air was tense—well, tense for Bob. For Riven, this was exhilarating. In his head, spy music was already playing. He imagined himself in a dark trench coat, pulling the truth out of this suspicious redhead under a single swinging lightbulb.
Bob glanced over at John, silently begging for rescue. His eyes practically screamed
save me, please!
John stepped forward like the loyal guard dog he clearly was—only to be intercepted by Leon’s voice.
"Yeah, I wouldn’t do that just yet."
Leon didn’t even look up from where he was leaning lazily against the tree. His arms were crossed, his tone casual—but his eyes had that glint. The glint of a man who just stumbled into premium, front-row gossip and had no intention of leaving until the credits rolled.
Bob groaned, clearly realising he was surrounded by jackals.
Bob was stressed. He was not built for this!"I– I– okay, fine." He took a deep breath, like a man about to confess to a terrible crime on live television. "I was the one... Driving the truck."
Riven’s jaw dropped. His brain short-circuited for a moment.This—this guy was the one who drove the truck that could’ve killed him!
"Do you remember who you hit?!" Riven lunged forward, grabbing Bob by the shoulders and shaking him like he was trying to get loose change out of his pockets.
"Stop—" Leon’s calm voice cut in, a hand raised toward John, who had stepped forward with protective big-brother energy. "Let him finish." They could not hear what was going on, but he could see Riven... Manhandling that short, weak redhead.
Bob, head wobbling from the shaking, blurted out, "I– it can’t be you! I hit some girl! I didn’t mean to! I swerved to avoid her, but still— the side of the truck hit her— and then I hit a pole... And died." He hit a girl, not a guy, it was not Riven! Right?
Riven froze mid-shake. Slowly, he let go, staring at Bob like he’d just confessed to eating kittens for breakfast.
He hit a girl.HE USED TO BE A GIRL.
Which meant—oh.Oh, this man... this man was the truck driver who killed him!
Riven took a deep breath, the kind where you try not to commit murder in public. He could feel Leon watching, probably ready to restrain him if necessary. "So... You came to this world after you died."
Bob nodded frantically. "Yes. Absolutely. That’s what happened." He was definitely fearing for his life now. He was not built for this level of interrogation. His stress levels were through the roof—he was basically a rabbit cornered by a very attractive but very deadly wolf.
Riven folded his arms. "And what happened then?"
"I... Possessed this body," Bob said slowly, like he was unwrapping a very awkward present in front of a crowd. "And when I woke up... Someone who was supposed to be this body’s father sold me."
"Sold you?" Riven repeated. His tone was a mix of disbelief and judgment. This sounded like the start of a fanfiction... No, it can’t be.
Bob nodded, clearly still bitter. "To these brothers. They were triplets." He threw his hands up in exasperation. "What are the odds of that?! Three of them. All identical. All creepy. And—" His voice pitched up. "—they kept calling me their mate. Their mate! I didn’t even know what that meant here!"