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 9
Lukas kicked his door open, Viktor in hand as they laughed and walked in. The lights are off but Lukas knows his room through and through. Their giggles echoed through the hall.
"That taxi driver will be scarred" Viktor laughed, planting a kiss on Lukas's forehead.
"He just kept looking through the mirror." he laughed harder. "I had no idea how to avoid eye contact."
Lukas dropped him gently on the bed, trailing kisses down his neck, biting him softly.
"I just want to kiss your neck down to your back," Lukas grinned and Viktor giggled.
"You can," he wrapped his legs around his neck "... just be gentle."
He giggled and replied "I won't"
And Viktor's smile faded. His eyes widened in fear as he was flipped over. Lukas's laugh echoed through the room, ending the initial peace.
"Should I help you take off your clothes or...?" Lukas towered over him, his eyes undressing him already.
"I'll take it off myself..." Viktor laughed nervously. He hadn't felt this tension in a while. Lukas sat on the edge of the bed, bare and ripped, his eyes focused tightly on Viktor as he struggled to take off his pants. Lukas walked over to him and held his pants,
"Jeez! Lukas! Wear pants!" He yelled and Viktor flinched. "I'm sorry... I feel tense," he calmed.
"We've had sex already, Viktor." He wrapped his hand around his waist. "You're beautiful so... take it off."
Viktor giggled and pulled his pants down. The air was cold. He hadn't even had time to admire the room yet. It was massive, white and stainless... unlike his. It was perfect, just like the owner.
"Your room is so... neat."
"Enough stalling. Come" Lukas gestured, his hand hitting the bed softly.
Viktor laughed nervously, a trail of tears dripping down his face. "Remember, be gentle."
"I won't promise." He laughed.
He wasn't gentle. Each thrust came with some complaint.
"You wanted to leave us.." another thrust
"Leave this!" He thrusted even harder, holding Viktor's neck to look at the ceiling.
"I'm...sorry" Viktor struggled to place his words. If he wasn't apologizing, he was begging. But soon after, Viktor's waist began to move like it had a mind of its own.
"Oh, Viktor! I thought I was to be gentle!" Lukas spoke, reducing his pace.
"Don't...stop"
Lukas bit his lip and leaned in, filling him up to the brim. A smile slid across his face.
"You're going to regret saying that." He said, barely above a breath and the night came alive.
Their moans, grunts, trusts and tears filled the night but the night didn't stay loud forever... it couldn't.
At some point, the room fell quiet again except for the sound of uneven breathing and the faint hum of the night outside. The tension that had filled the air slowly dissolved, leaving behind something softer... but heavier.
Lukas stilled.
Not suddenly, not sharply...just gradually, like something in him had finally run out. For a moment, he didn't move at all then he exhaled and reality started creeping back in.
Viktor lay beneath him, completely spent, his chest rising and falling slowly, eyes half-lidded. His fingers twitched slightly against the sheets, like he was trying to hold onto something... or steady himself.
"Lukas... please" he murmured, his voice barely there.
Not accusing, not upset... just tired and that was what got to him-not his words but the tone.
Lukas pulled back slightly, his expression shifting for the first time that night. The intensity in his eyes didn't disappear completely, but it cracked just enough to let something else through.
He ran a hand through his hair, breathing out slowly as he looked away for a second.
"...you should've stopped me," he muttered.
It wasn't a joke...It wasn't even really directed at Viktor.
It sounded more like something he was saying to himself.
Viktor let out a weak laugh, turning his head slightly.
"You don't listen," he said softly.
That almost sounded like before...in the rink, like the teasing and somehow, that made Lukas's chest tighten. There was a pause before Lukas shifted, moving off him and sitting at the edge of the bed, his back turned slightly. The room felt different now...less chaotic, but more exposed.
"Did you mean it?" Viktor asked after a while.
Lukas didn't turn.
"Mean what?"
"That... you hated me."
The question sat between them and Lukas's fingers tightened slightly against his knee.
"I don't know," he said finally.
And for once, that was the truth. Another silence followed, but this one wasn't uncomfortable. It was just... honest.
Viktor shifted slightly, wincing a bit before letting out a quiet breath.
"You're still mad," he said.
"Yeah."
"You're still here."
Lukas didn't respond immediately.
Then-
"...so are you."
That earned a small laugh. Tired and soft before Viktor coughed and stretched his hands, "let's sleep...together."
Lukas didn't argue, he just dug his head into Viktor's body and sighed.
"You won't leave me, yeah?" He said without looking up. His voice was shaky and his grip was tightening around Viktor's waist.
"I won't. I promise. Now let's just sleep" he patted his hair.
"Okay...I'll believe you." And the night pulled them both aggressively. They both slept in each other's arms. The air rushed in and the weather changed slowly. Rain drizzled softly and Lukas opened his eyes to look around.
"So it wasn't a dream? I'm actually here...wow" he whispered and he turned into Viktor even more.
"No it's not," Viktor replied...his voice raspy from sleep. "We're here together, after all these years" his hand tightened around him. "Let's enjoy this moment, okay?"
"Okay," but he didn't say it out...he just slept.
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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.