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 8
Lukas didn't remember getting up and walking back; he only remembered the cruelty of the cold and the quiet that followed every step, as well as how loud everything in his head felt compared to it.
By the time he reached the door leading to the balcony, his hands were still shaking slightly. He didn't bother turning on the flashlight, he just stepped inside and shut the door behind him, leaning against it for a second like his body needed something to support his very existence. His chest still felt tight.
"...get it together," he muttered under his breath.
But even his voice didn't sound convincing... not even to himself. He pushed off the door and tried moving slowly, grabbing his bag by the hand. His clothes were scattered, his shirt half inside-out, his laces still loose but he didn't care. He wiped his face with the back of his hand, but it didn't do much. He didn't move far before he stopped.
His eyes still burned and his chest still hurt. "You didn't come..."
The words slipped out before he could stop them. He swallowed hard, shaking his head as he could physically push the thought away, but it didn't work.
"Of course, he didn't come. Why would he?" Lukas laughed at his own thoughts
He let out a small, empty laugh, before properly slinging his bag over his shoulder. His fingers tightened around the strap as he walked away from the door, his head lowered, his steps slower than usual. He couldn't trust his face or his voice anymore. He couldn't trust anything right now so he just kept walking.
The stairs leading down the balcony blurred slightly as he descended them, his vision not fully steady yet. He wiped his face again, sniffing lightly, trying to at least look normal before he stepped outside and it didn't work but he tried anyway.
One step, two and three-
"You're still just a lost kid, aren't you?"
Lukas froze. His heart stopped first...then slammed back to life so hard it almost hurt. Slowly, he looked up and there he was.
Viktor.
Standing right there like he hadn't just torn him apart minutes ago. Like he hadn't just walked away... as he came back but his arms were wide open and a stupid, soft smile on his face and for a second, Lukas forgot everything.
The anger, the pride, the hurt.
All of it. Because his body moved before his mind could catch up.
"Viktor-"
He rushed forward, crashing into him without hesitation, arms wrapping around him tightly like he was afraid he'd disappear again. The force of it made Viktor laugh, slightly stumbling back as Lukas pulled him close.
"You're-" Viktor started, his voice shaking, but he didn't finish. Instead, Lukas kissed him for the first time. It was messy, desperate and relieved. Everything hit at once.
Viktor laughed softly against his lips, his hands coming up instinctively to hold him, fingers tangling slightly in his hair.
"Hey. Hey..m" he murmured, breath uneven. "Easy-"
Lukas didn't listen. He lifted him again, like it had become a hobby, holding him close like he weighed nothing, like letting go wasn't an option anymore.
"I thought you-" Lukas tried again, but his voice cracked.
Viktor reached up, brushing his hair back lightly, his expression softer now.
"I was right there," he said.
Lukas blinked, his grip tightening slightly.
"What?"
"I came up," Viktor added, quieter now. "You just... hid."
There was no accusation in it...Just the truth and that somehow made it worse. Lukas looked at him, really looked at him this time, and for a moment, he didn't know what to say. So he didn't and instead-
"You cried," Lukas muttered, his voice still a little rough.
Viktor blinked once... then huffed out a small laugh.
"I can say the same about you."
Lukas sniffed lightly, trying to look annoyed, but it didn't land.
"You did," he insisted.
"and I didn't deny it."
That caught him off guard... Lukas stared at him for a second too long... then laughed. Soft at first... then a little more and Viktor joined in, shaking his head slightly as he leaned his forehead against Lukas's.
Both of them are still very emotional and still a little wrecked but lighter now in that space. There was a small pause after that.
Not awkward, just... quiet.
Lukas didn't put him down immediately or pull away.
He just stayed there, holding him, like he needed to make sure this was real. That Viktor was actually here.
That he didn't leave again.
"...my place or yours?" Lukas asked finally, his voice lower now, but steadier.
Viktor smiled.
"Yours this time."
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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.