All Chapters of Owned on the Ice M/M Romance: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

Aiden’s clinic sat on the corner of a quiet street lined with glass storefronts and manicured trees. Modern, polished, and expensive in a subtle way that whispered money. Lukas leaned back in his seat as Aiden parked the car, scanning the pristine building with a low whistle.“Behave yourself,” Aiden said, his tone somewhere between warning and promise. “If you do, there’s a reward waiting for you later.”Lukas grinned. “You say that like I’ve ever been bad.”Aiden’s eyes flicked sideways, the smallest smirk tugging at his lips. “You’ll be good?”“Scout’s honor, doc.”They stepped inside, and Lukas whistled again, louder this time. “Holy shit.”The lobby looked more like a luxury spa than a medical facility. Soft cream walls, sleek gold fixtures, glass dividers that caught the light like crystal. A faint scent of eucalyptus hung in the air, and the low hum of ambient music filled the space. Even the magazines on the coffee table were neatly arranged by color.“Thought that place you d

Lukas felt alive again.Every glide, every push of his blade sent a rush through his veins that he hadn’t felt in months. The empty rink echoed with the clean cut of steel on ice, his breath fogging the air as he circled Aiden, again. And again.Aiden stood at center ice with his hands in his pockets, looking every inch the disapproving coach. “You’re supposed to be taking it easy,” he called.“Relax,” Lukas said, grinning as he skated a little closer, drawing a tight curve around him. “You’re just mad because I make recovery look hot.”Aiden’s eyes narrowed, but there was amusement behind it. He looked too good like this, tall, calm, in control. Lukas couldn’t help the thought that if his coach really looked like Aiden, he’d probably break through a jock a week.“Two more laps,” Aiden said. “Then we’re done.”“Two laps,” Lukas repeated with mock seriousness. “Got it.” He made it three just to prove a point, coasting to a stop in front of him with a flourish.“You’re trouble on skates

The car was quiet except for the low hum of the engine and the faint rhythm of Lukas’s foot tapping nervously against the floor. Aiden’s hands rested steady on the wheel, but his mind wasn’t nearly as calm.Lukas looked tense but impossibly gorgeous. His dirty blond hair refused to stay how he’d styled it, a few rebellious strands falling across his forehead. He’d changed his shirt three times before settling on the pale blue button-down that hugged the curve of his chest and the lean taper of his waist just right.Aiden wished he didn’t have to do this—the drive, the confrontation—but Lukas’s insistence on coming along had been impossible to resist. He’d said he wanted to help, to support him, but Aiden knew it went deeper than that. Lukas had a way of stepping into his world like he belonged there, dragging light and chaos into places that had been cold and clinical for too long.Lukas made him feel alive.He was the one desire Aiden had ever given in to, the one thing he couldn’t d

“I— What?”“You love Aiden,” Mrs. Grant repeated gently. “I can tell.”Lukas stared at her. He didn’t know whether to laugh, sit down, or ask for a do-over. The words dropped like a puck at center ice, and he didn’t know whether to skate or swing.His mouth opened, then closed again. “Wait a minute, I— I didn’t say that,” he stammered, color climbing into his face. “I just meant— well, I care about him, obviously. Who wouldn’t? He’s— he’s a great guy. Well, that’s an understatement. I just mean— I can’t believe he likes me back.” He scrubbed a hand over his face, groaning under his breath. “Oh god, what am I even saying.”Mrs. Grant’s smile deepened, a mix of fondness and victory. “It’s alright. You don’t have to say it.”Nathan’s composure fractured. “This is absurd,” he snapped. “And a waste of my time. You brought me here to—what? Watch you crown him? Do you have any idea what you’re throwing away?”Aiden's mom turned to him, her tone cool but cutting. “Well, you wasted six years

Aiden was still kneeling in front of him, his thumb resting against Lukas’s wrist, their breath shared in the quiet. The silence stretched until Aiden broke it, his voice soft. “You passed?”Lukas’s mouth twitched into something like a nervous smirk. “Apparently.”Aiden’s brow furrowed, his voice low and uncertain now. “What are you—does that mean—”“I don’t know,” Lukas cut in, his pulse racing. “It doesn’t sound wrong though, does it?” His grin faltered. “I… love… you.” The words came out exaggerated, like he was testing their shape. He tried again, lighter, slower, feeling each one slide off his tongue. “I. Love. You.”Aiden looked like he’d just been hit over the head, eyes wide, lips parted, breath caught somewhere in his throat.Lukas tilted his head, brow creasing in mock thought. “Does that sound right? It’s a bit early, isn’t it? I… love—”Before he could finish, Aiden surged forward, catching his mouth in a kiss that cut off the words entirely.It was all heat and disbelief