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 5
By the time they stepped out of the rink, the sky had already darkened as heavy droplets hit the pavement in sharp, relentless patterns.
The cold air wrapped around them instantly, soaking their clothes in seconds... they had just one umbrella and as Lukas adjusted himself was when Viktor shouted.
"Great!" Viktor yelled, pulling his jacket tighter. "You planned this? Huh?"
Lukas didn't answer. His gaze lingered on the rain a second too long... his memories flooding him. It felt like their third meeting as children. It had rained heavily and Lukas hid under a tree for shelter... but Viktor ran there with just one umbrella, screaming out his name. When they got to Viktor's house, they were both soaked and laughing.
"Come on," Viktor snapped him back to reality. "Unless you want us to run down the street with just one umbrella". Lukas eyes widened and he paused. "Or do you plan on standing here all night?"
He didn't. A ride came quickly, and the rest of the journey passed in a strange kind of silence... not awkward and not tense... just quiet. Lukas didn't know how to feel after finding out Viktor didn't forget anything that happened... it hurt him more than it pleased him.
By the time they got to Viktor's place, they were both half-soaked, hair damp, clothes clinging slightly. Viktor barely got the door open before Lukas pushed his back to it.
That was it. There was no pause apart from breaks to catch their breaths, no thinking or second guessing. Lukas's hand caught Viktor's wrist, pulling him even closer, and their lips met before the door had even fully opened behind them.
It wasn't slow... anyone could have caught them but they didn't care. It was everything they hadn't said finally spilling out all at once.
Viktor let out a quiet sound against his mouth, hands coming up to grip Lukas' shoulders as he was pushed back slightly, then forward again.
"Lukas-"
"Don't," Lukas muttered, breath uneven. "Don't even talk."
Viktor laughed softly and leaned in, like he wasn't going to listen anyway as the kiss deepened. It was messy and uncontrolled, soft grunts and moans filling the air.
Lukas's hands slipped down his waist again, lifting him like it had already become second nature. Viktor didn't resist, his legs wrapping around him easily, arms sliding around Lukas's neck as he tilted his head back slightly.
"Careful," he murmured, though there was no real warning in it.
"Then stop me," Lukas shot back, already moving.
And Viktor didn't.
The room faded into the background as Lukas pushed the door open and kicked it shut behind them, moving straight toward the bed.
Viktor barely had time to react before he was dropped onto it, the mattress dipping beneath him as he let out a soft breath, looking up at the monster who had been keeping his cool and then he paused.
Lukas was already pulling his shirt off, careless and quick like he didn't have the patience to do it properly and the time to waste.
Viktor blinked once in awe and then again.
"...wow," he said under his breath, pushing himself up slightly on his elbows. "Who else has gotten the chance to see this beauty?"
Lukas didn't even hesitate.
"No one but you."
The words came out low and direct. Viktor could tell he wasn't joking and for a second, Viktor just stared at him.
Something about that drove him mad.
Before he could say anything else, Lukas was already climbing the bed and closing the distance again.
"Your turn," he muttered.
Viktor smirked slightly, fingers already moving to unbutton his shirt, slower than necessary.
"You're impatient."
"You're slow."
"And you're daring."
Lukas didn't deny it or even look away. He kept staring at Viktor like a predator ready to pounce on his prey.
"I'm waiting."
That was enough... Viktor finished quickly after that, tossing the shirt aside, but the second he looked back up, Lukas was already there again. Closer, his breathing heavier and unavoidable.
Their lips met again, slower this time but no less intense, like they were learning each other in real time. Their hands wandered, hair grabbed, lips and necks bitten... their breaths mixed.
Everything blurred into heat and lust and something that had been building for far too long. At some point, Viktor let out a quiet laugh, his breathing uneven as he shifted slightly beneath him.
"Wait-" he murmured, though he didn't sound like he wanted him to stop. "Are we even thinking right now?"
Lukas shook his head against his neck, voice low.
"I'm not."
"Yeah... I figured."
Time lost meaning after that. It wasn't about the control anymore or the distance or rules or pretending. It was just them and nothing else.
At one point, Viktor tensed slightly, a quiet, breathless sound slipping from him as he grabbed onto Lukas a little tighter.
"Wait...wait-" he laughed weakly, shaking his head in disagreement "It's big! Are you serious?"
Lukas didn't stop trying to make it fit, but he slowed, his voice quieter now, closer.
"You started this, Viktor."
There was a way Lukas called his name that made his body react and Viktor huffed softly, eyes squeezing shut for a second. "I didn't think you'd fit"
"You teased me," Lukas cut in, pressing a slow kiss just below his neck. "For weeks."
"That doesn't mean-"
"It does now." Lukas cut him off.
There was something dangerous about the way he said it... like a nice warning. Viktor exhaled slowly, his grip tightening around Lukas slightly before he let out a quiet breath.
"...fine," he murmured. "Just... don't kill me."
A faint hint of a smile tugged at Lukas's lips, though his voice stayed low.
"You'll be fine."
And softer, almost like a promise...
"I'll be careful."
The room was not quiet and Lukas didn't totally keep to his promise. Memories blurred and tears ran. Each thrust ran in the thin line between pain and pleasure... it went on for hours until Viktor's body started to give in.
Lukas caught a few of his words...
"Please Lukas–"
"Slower Lukas..."
"What are you doing Lukas?!" His eyes went wide with panic as Lukas lifted his legs to his shoulder, his eyes having no regret behind and Lukas responded.
"Getting rid of your attitude." He said as he slid back in unapologetically and the night went on as the rain poured.
Viktor lay sprawled against the bed, breathing slow and uneven, completely drained, one arm thrown lazily across his face.
"...you're insane," he muttered, voice barely there.
Lukas, sitting at the edge for a moment, glanced back at him but didn't respond. His moans, cries and pleas filled his mind and there was nothing appropriate to say. After a while, Viktor didn't speak or move. At some point, he had just... drifted off and Lukas noticed.
He stood there for a second longer than necessary, watching him, something unreadable passing through his expression before he finally moved to lay down.
He didn't touch him or pull him closer. He didn't fix the distance between them. Instead, he laid down beside him... just close enough to feel the warmth, but not enough to close the space completely. Like he still wasn't sure what this was or what it meant.
The rain continued softly outside, tapping against the windows reminding him of what had just happened.
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9.8
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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.