Hearts on Ice
Lukas Reiner built his life based off a promise 9 years ago with Viktor Volkov... the only person who actually saw him and knew him for what he actually was. They dreamed of the same future, the same ice, the same victory together. Until Viktor disappeared without a word, leaving Lukas behind with nothing but silence, rain... and feelings he never got to confess.
Now, Lukas is at the top of college... Captain, prodigy and untouchable on ice until Viktor comes back.
Colder and older, acting like the past never existed.
Their reunion explodes into violence, but being forced to work together drags them into something far more dangerous than hate.
The tension turns into stolen moments and those moments turn into a habit but before either of them can stop it, the line between resentment and desire begins to blur.
Lukas never let go of the past.
Viktor never planned to face it.
But on the ice, there's nowhere left to run.
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Chapter 1
"I'm sorry dad... I'm sorry!" he screamed louder. The words barely came out of his small mouth, as he tripped over. His fists trembled against the cold floor.
"I didn't mean to! I'll do better!" He cried out. "I swear I'll do better!"
Another vicious whip tore against his back making him cry louder. Blood ran across his head to his back, his arms and everywhere at once, until he couldn't tell where one strike ended and the next began. His vision blurred as tears ran uncontrollably... he curled into himself, trying to make his body smaller... maybe it'll end all the pain.
"Useless!"
The voice was harsh and familiar. It echoed louder than the pain he had taken.
"Good for nothing!"
"I'm trying..." he choked, voice shaking. "I'm trying, please-"
Another hit. He flinched violently, a scream ripping through him.
"I'll be better! I'll be better, I promise! Please don't-"
"You should have died instead of your mother!"
Another hit tore the peace, the words were cold and final.
He squeezed his eyes shut and pressing his forehead to his hands as if that alone could make it all end.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
Then Lukas jolted up.
His chest rose and fell rapidly, almost desperate for life. Sweat and tears ran down his face as if he'd been running and for a moment, he didn't move or blink. He just stared at the ceiling, letting the silence settle. Then he exhaled slowly,
"...not this damn nightmare again."
His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. It was the same dream... over and over, never changing.
He dragged a hand over his hair, pushing himself to sit on the bed. The room was dim and the faint morning light slipping through the curtains, soft and calm, a great irony compared to what he'd just seen.
Or rather... remembered.
He didn't think about it too long. He never did.
Dropping his legs over the side of the bed, he stood and stretched slightly, already pushing the remains of the dream away. There was no use holding onto it and no use trying to make sense of something he couldn't even fully see anymore.
And that was the strangest part... he couldn't remember their faces anymore... not clearly at least. And no matter how hard he tried, they were always blurred like shadows just out of reach.
But their voices? Those stayed in his head. Clear and sharp.
He paused for a second, fingers tightening slightly at his side. "...tch."
He turned away and headed to the bathroom... there was no point thinking about them. Not anymore.
*****
By the time Lukas stepped onto campus, he looked like a totally different person. Composed and sharp. No one knew about his struggles... no one but him and even he disappeared.
Students passed by him in clusters, voices low but curious, eyes following him for just a second too long.
"That's him, right?"
"Yeah... Reiner."
"Top of the class again..."
"And ice hockey captain too? That's insane."
He ignored all of it with no effort, just like he always did.
His expression never changed, his pace still steady as he moved through the halls without sparing anyone a glance. His books in hand, posture straight, everything about him screamed control and something close to perfection.
If anyone tried to greet him, he'd respond with a nod at most. No lingering conversations, no unnecessary interactions.
Lectures came and went.
Lukas sat through them all, taking notes, answering questions when called upon, his voice calm and precise. On paper, it was effortless. The kind of student professors relied on for every lecture but his mind wasn't entirely there today... it kept drifting.
Fragments of the dream still lingered, slipping in between words and lectures. Not the images though, they were already fading, but the feeling remained... Heavy and unsettling.
He tried briefly to picture them again, his parents, to remember what they looked like but once again... nothing. Just voices and a headache that stung.
"You're useless."
His pen paused slightly against the page.
"...forget it. It's enough."
He continued writing... putting all his focus to the professor.
By evening, the air had cooled, putting him at ease a bit. The rink lights cut through the dark surroundings, glowing bright against the ice as Lukas stepped inside. The familiar chill wrapped around him instantly, grounding him in a way nothing else was. This was where everything made sense... where he made sense, this was his promise.
The moment his skates hit the ice, something in him settled. He moved smoothly, effortlessly, slicing through the surface with practiced ease.
He was fast and controlled. Every turn, every shift of weight was perfect... just like he presented himself to be. Utter perfection.
Others were already training, but the energy shifted slightly the moment he joined. It was subtle but still noticeable.
Everyone knew who he was. Not just the captain or the top student, he was the best player in the entire league and no one questioned or challenged it. And it was simply because no one could match him.
Practice continued under his direction even before the coach arrived.
"Your timing's off."
Lukas didn't raise his voice, but it carried weight anyway.
"So fix it."
The player nodded quickly, adjusting. It was another mistake and another correction. Everything was familiar.
Until-
"Alright, that's enough."
The coach's voice cut in, drawing everyone's attention.
Lukas slowed, turning just slightly as the rest of the team gathered. He didn't think much of it at first... it was normal for new recruits to be introduced mid-season.
But something about the coach's tone felt... deliberate.
"We've got a new addition!" he laughed. "He's a natural! Says he's been training since 14! He might be as good as Lukas," and that's what got his attention. Murmurs spread lightly through the group but Lukas barely reacted, resting one hand against his stick as he looked on, his expression was still neutral.
Then the coach stepped aside.
"Viktor Volkov."
The name hit first... sharp and familiar. The name of the one who abandoned him. Lukas's fingers tightened slightly around his stick and for the first time, he almost lost composure.
"No...It can't-" he spoke under his breath.
Then he looked up and his entire world had stopped. For a split second, his vision narrowed... sound fading, movement slowing as his eyes landed on the figure stepping onto the ice.
Tall, slim and composed. He looked different and yet the same. His breath caught and just for a moment, disbelief flickered across his face before he could stop it, something raw and unguarded breaking through the calmness he held so tightly.
Because standing there was someone he hadn't seen in years, someone he had convinced himself he'd only meet again at the top, someone who abandoned him without a word... and somehow, that someone was already here.
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9.8
Ina Holman, heiress to a failing real estate empire, was forced to attend a high-stakes matchmaking meeting to secure a financial lifeline for her family.
But the drink she was handed was secretly spiked. Desperate to avoid a public scandal that would ruin her father, she fled into a VIP elevator, only to fall directly into the arms of Buren Warner—the most ruthless billionaire predator on Wall Street.
After a blurred, chaotic night, the nightmare truly began.
A fabricated scandal of her hotel rendezvous hit the front pages. Her father slapped her across the face, using the disgrace as an excuse to freeze her accounts and kick her out onto the streets, legally severing her from the family trust before declaring bankruptcy.
Even worse, her twin sister was killed in a sudden estate explosion.
And the final, crushing blow? Ina discovered that her ex-boyfriend, Faron, the man supposed to save her family, was secretly gay. He and her best friend had orchestrated the drugging to destroy Ina's reputation, allowing Faron to break their alliance and keep his inheritance without suspicion.
Stripped of her home, her family, and her dignity, Ina screamed in agony on the freezing streets.
Her own father had murdered her sister for a fifty-million-dollar insurance payout and sacrificed Ina to hide his assets. The people she trusted most had conspired to ruin her life just for their own selfish greed.
Driven into a corner with absolutely nothing left to lose, Ina stared at the cold, calculating billionaire who had tracked her down to an abandoned cliffside estate.
"Marry me, and I will give you the power to destroy them all."
To avenge her sister and crush the people who betrayed her, Ina signed her soul to the devil.
8.6
I woke up choking on rotting air in an alien jungle, surrounded by giant bioluminescent ferns and a three-eyed, armor-plated beast charging straight at me.
Before the monster could tear me apart, I was saved by a squad of men with metallic wings and laser rifles, but my nightmare was just beginning.
When they brought me back to their high-tech military base, every soldier we passed stopped dead, staring at me with a feverish, starving hunger that made my skin crawl.
In the medical wing, a manic doctor bypassed all protocol, pulling out a wicked silver needle to forcibly extract my blood, looking at me not as a patient, but as a winning lottery ticket.
Even their highest-ranking commander, a giant, scarred Admiral, immediately tried to claim me, demanding I be moved into his personal bedroom for "protection."
I didn't understand why I was being treated like a caged miracle, nor why a simple, accidental touch of my hand could bring my winged protector to his knees and silence his feral instincts.
"In the Aethel Empire, there are no females," my protector whispered, his icy blue eyes filled with raw desperation. "You are the only one."
The portal that brought me here was fading, trapping me in a universe of eighty billion shapeshifting Alpha males. Looking at the terrifying devotion in his eyes, I realized my life as an ordinary human was over, and to survive this, I had to tame the beasts.
8.7
Explicit 18+ | Reader Discretion Strongly Advised
Dark themes, noncon/dubcon, extreme kink, power imbalance, group dynamics, knotting, overstimulation, and possessive claiming ahead.
A brutal omegaverse world. Warring packs. Rare silver-eyed omega Kai Voss lives hidden until a midnight raid destroys his safety.
The most feared triad captures him: Thorne Blackwood, a pierced sadist who pushes limits; Aurelius Voss, the volatile second, his knot pulsing with hunger; Cassian Reyes, the silent, amber-eyed observer whose fixation vows complete ownership. Dragged to their mountain den, Kai becomes their prize.
Defiant and sharp-tongued, Kai resists every command. His body betrays him with slick, aching need. On the first night, the alphas take him, one by one, then together. They stretch him past reason. Knot him impossibly. Fill him until his rim thins visibly. Slick eases the searing burn into shattering pleasure.
"Room for one more?" Thorne growls, forcing his pierced length beside the two already locked inside. He drags across sensitive spots until Kai arches, tears falling, his body yielding as omega instincts beg for more.
Three cocks locked and throbbing, owning him entirely.
"Fuck, he's taking us all," Aurelius groans.
Cassian watches silently, eyes blazing, plotting the next step to remake Kai forever.
Raw conquest becomes unbreakable obsession: relentless heats, punishments blending pain and ecstasy, jealous rivalries over cries, rare tenderness binding possession deeper.
Three ruthless alphas pursue the forbidden, shattering their defiant omega until he is stretched wide, ruined, reborn in their image. Relentless desire shows no mercy: tight entrances forced open, rimmed raw by impossible girths, slick-soaked and pulsing under unyielding ownership.
Hide and read in secret. Once the story begins, escape is impossible. Squirm. Ache. Hunger for every page.
DON'T BLAME ME WHEN YOU CAN'T STOP READING ALL 150 CHAPTERS ⚠️🔞‼️
7.2
SYNOPSIS:
"I spent ten years scrubbing your floors, Greene. Tonight, you'll scrub mine."
Elara Vance has always been the pride the Republic until she ran away from home, fell in love with Greene Jones, a man who treated her like dirt and discarded her like she was never the girl the entire Republic feared because of her strong dominating pheromones.
Now she's back after twelve years to serve revenge to Greene Jones like a hot dish in a way that he will pay for every act meted out on her for twelve years. But things wasn't going to go as planned as she meets Silas, the handsome bulky head of her father's security but a recessive omega of her past that she has totally forgotten but now wears a new stance as her bodyguard, recognized by the entire republic as an Alpha, and her perfect chosen mate, Calvin; ruining the comeback and revenge she planned out for herself and now she has to think about saving and claiming her mate, Silas while navigating and protecting the seat meant for her.
The real question becomes; will Calvin ever allow her take all it took him twelve years to build?
THEME: The true definition of power. Is it found in the biological dominance of an Alpha, or in the resilience of an Omega who survived in the lion's den?
9.5
When sarcastic, caffeine-addicted Omega River Quinn is forced to return to his hometown, Wolfwater Ridge for his brother's mating ceremony, he expects awkward family dinners and weird small-town vibes. What he doesn't expect is to be claimed as the fated mate of the new Alpha, Rowan Blackthorn his high school enemy and the same guy who once locked him in a janitor's closet for "talking too much."
Now, River has to navigate a mate bond he never asked for, dodge pack politics, and try not to fall for the half-naked Alpha who's suddenly very interested in "bonding rituals." But as secrets unravel and ancient magic awakens, River realizes there's more to Rowan and to himself that meets the eye.
And if he doesn't figure it out soon, it won't just be his heart on the line. It'll be the entire pack.
7.1
The captain is dead to the world. And I'm the only one holding the kill switch.
Ethan Carter, the "Glacier of Silvercrest," was the most feared Alpha to ever step onto the ice. Now, he's nothing but a shell-a broken, comatose legend trapped in his own body.
My life? It was supposed to be simple. Graduate, survive the pack's bottom-tier status, and pay off my father's ruinous blood-debts. Instead, the pack elders handed me a contract soaked in cold, hard malice: I am the designated "Stabilizer." My only job is to touch him, scent him, and keep his wolf from flatlining.
I thought I was just a glorified nurse. I didn't realize the Alpha was listening.
When Ethan finally wakes, he isn't the hero the Kingdom of Valeria remembers. He's a starving predator with amber eyes that burn holes through my defenses and a temperament that makes the frost in the mansion seem warm. He hates the bargain, he hates the pack, and-most dangerously-he hates the way his scent turns wild whenever I'm near.
He wants me out of his sight. I want to be out of his reach.
But in a pack built on secrets, someone is still trying to finish the job they started on his life. Now, the man who wants me gone is the only one who can protect me. And as the rink turns into a battlefield, I'm realizing the most dangerous thing about the Alpha isn't his temper... it's the fact that once he claims a mate, he doesn't know how to let go.
Frozen hearts are meant to shatter. But in the fire of this pack, we're both going to burn.