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Owned on the Ice M/M Romance의 모든 챕터: 챕터 321 - 챕터 330

369 챕터

Cold Ice

Ryder woke to silence.No bass pounding through the floor, no voices, no laughter, just the steady hum of the heater and the dull ache in every muscle of his body.The other side of the bed was empty, the sheets twisted around his legs, the morning air thick with the ghost of heat and sweat. The faint scent of Lila's perfume lingered in the air, floral and sweet, undercut by something more masculine.Lila was gone.So was Calloway.He noticed a folded scrap of notebook paper sitting on the dresser, written in Lila’s looping, careless handwriting:Had to run. You were incredible, baby. xoxoRyder stared at it until the words blurred.Memories hit in jagged flashes. Skin, breath, heat. The press of weight behind him. The sound of his own voice when he’d lost control. How long that guy had kept going after Lila had drifted off, the rhythm that wouldn’t stop, the way his body had responded again and again like it didn’t belong to him anymore.He scrubbed a hand over his face, willing it

The Rival's Edge

Ryder’s irritation burned hotter with every lap around the rink. He told himself it was just competition, that Calloway was a show-off, a rookie trying too hard, but it didn’t feel like that. It felt personal.Every move the guy made grated at him.The next drill started: a full-ice scrimmage. Drew tossed Ryder the puck for the opening rush. He sprinted down center ice, cutting past the defense. Just as he lined up his shot, a blur of black streaked past him. Calloway, intercepted at the last second. The puck snapped off his stick and curved neatly into the net.The whistle blew. Cheers erupted from the bench. Beck clapped Calloway’s shoulder. “Nice play!”Ryder’s stomach twisted. His own teammates were grinning like they’d just found their new favorite player.The next rotation came faster. Ryder forced his legs to move, sweat burning down his neck. Every pass, every shift, Calloway was there. Smooth. Precise. Effortless. The bastard didn’t even look like he was trying.During a corn

Sweat and Fury

Ryder stayed under the spray long after his skin felt numb.Rage sat heavy in his chest, pulsing in time with his heartbeat. Every second replayed in brutal detail. Calloway’s smirk, his voice, the way he’d walked out like he hadn’t just stripped Ryder down to nothing.He slammed a hand against the tile, jaw tight. No one got under his skin like that. Not on the ice, not in bed, not ever. He’d been humiliated twice today, once in front of the team, and once when no one was watching.That ended now.He dragged a hand through his wet hair, the sting of water mixing with the raw burn of fury. He needed to do something. Move, hit something, lift until his arms gave out. Anything to quiet the noise in his head.Ryder shut off the shower, grabbed a towel, and dressed in jerky, angry movements. The locker room was empty now, the air thick with humidity and the faint scent of soap and sweat. He tugged on a hoodie, slammed his locker shut hard enough to echo, and stalked out.Outside, the nigh

Team Loyalty

The gym doors banged open as Ryder pushed through them, the night air hitting him like a slap. Cold and merciless. His breath came out in short, angry bursts as he stalked across the lot, jaw clenched, every muscle still trembling from exhaustion and adrenaline. His hoodie clung damp to his back. The humiliation burned hotter than the cold could cool.Before he could break into another run, something slammed into his side. Then another weight hit him from the other direction. Ryder hit the grass hard, air punched from his lungs.“Got him!” Drew grunted, pinning his arm.Connor dropped down beside him, knee pressing to Ryder’s shoulder to hold him still. “What the hell, man? You trying to blow a gasket?”Ryder thrashed, fury spiking again. “Get off me!”“Dude, calm down!” Connor barked, tightening his grip. “You’re shaking like crazy.”Zach hovered at the edge of the lot, eyes wide. “Guys, seriously—we’re gonna get in so much trouble if someone sees this!”Ryder tried to buck them off,

Star Center

Ryder’s alarm blared like a siren.He groaned, swiping at his phone until the noise cut off. For a second he just lay there, blinking at the ceiling. The light streaming through the blinds was soft, filtered through a sky still half-frozen with morning frost. His head felt clearer than it had in days.He stretched, wincing a little, but the ache in his body was the good kind, earned, not given. He could still hear the low murmur of voices from last night, Drew and Connor sprawled on his floor, talking about everything except the things that mattered. They hadn’t grilled him for details they didn’t want to know, or judged him for the mess he’d gotten himself into. They’d just stayed. Hid with him. Kept him anchored when his head was trying to spiral.He smiled faintly, remembering Connor’s half-slurred pep talk about not letting “some rookie with hair gel and too many abs” throw him off his game. Drew had snorted beer out his nose laughing, and Ryder had finally stopped thinking about

Do Better

Ryder hit the ice ready to bleed for it. Conditioning was supposed to break them down and rebuild them, but today, it was personal. He needed to stay ahead of Calloway, prove every stride, every breath, every drop of sweat had to mean something.They started with suicides. Sprinting blue line to blue line, turning, going again. His legs screamed halfway through, lungs burning, but when he glanced across the rink, Jax was still moving with that calm precision, not even looking winded. Ryder pushed harder. He hit the last line a half-second ahead, chest heaving, stick clattering to the ice as he bent double.Just enough. He’d won that one. Barely.Next came resistance drills. Weighted sleds, short bursts of explosive speed. Ryder’s shoulders trembled, sweat soaking through his shirt, but he refused to slow down. The guys joked and yelled around him, Connor calling encouragement, Drew swearing, but Ryder stayed locked in, matching Calloway stride for stride.Coach Larsson paced the rink

The Grind

By Friday morning, Ryder felt like he’d lived through an entire season in the span of a few days. Every muscle in his body ached, his shoulders screamed when he stretched, and his eyes burned from too many late nights and early alarms.But it was Friday.He kept telling himself that. One more day. Just one more day, and then he could sleep through the weekend and pretend he wasn’t falling apart.His alarm screamed like it hated him personally. Ryder smacked the phone off the nightstand, silencing it. He lay still for a beat, staring at the ceiling, forcing himself to remember: it’s Friday. One more day. He could make it.Dragging himself out of bed felt like hauling a sandbag uphill. His legs trembled under him, his hoodie somewhere on the floor.“It’s Friday,” he muttered, pulling it over his head. “One more day.”He stumbled down the stairs, following the smell of coffee and the muffled sounds of life returning to the Wolf Den. Someone had the TV on low in the living room, and Zach

The Wolf in the Water

Ryder changed fast, ripping off his pads and shoving them into his locker. Every movement was sharp and angry. His heart was still pounding from practice, his blood running hot from humiliation. He could hear Calloway in the distance, laughing with Beck about something, calm and casual like he hadn’t just tripped Ryder on purpose.He laced his sneakers in record time, yanking the knot tight enough to sting his fingers. Across the room, Calloway was taking his time, unhurried, methodical. The bastard looked like he was posing for a commercial, peeling off his pads piece by piece. Ryder watched as he disappeared into the showers, and forced himself to wait. He could hear the water start up in the distance, the sound echoing faintly through the tiled walls.When Calloway reappeared, his hair was damp, towel slung around his waist looking like a damn fitness model. He moved toward his locker, pulling on sweats with that same maddening calm. Only when Jax was fully dressed, duffel in hand,

An Unwanted Distraction

Jax hadn’t planned on walking into a party. All he’d wanted was a shower, a dark room, and ten uninterrupted hours of sleep. Keeping up with Ryder Hayes was killing him. After the week he’d had — endless conditioning, new classes, Coach already breathing down his neck — he was done.But as soon as he stepped through the front door of the Wolf Den, the bass hit him like a punch. People everywhere. Music thudding through the walls. Beer bottles and laughter, perfume heavy in the air. He’d barely crossed the threshold before he was mobbed by a group of sorority girls and a few puck bunnies bold enough to trace fingers along his arm.He plastered on a half-smile, muttered a few polite words, and worked his way past them, heading for the stairs. His plan: grab a drink, disappear to his room, and lock the door until the noise burned itself out. Parties meant standing too long and he didn’t have time to be sore tomorrow.But then he saw Ryder walk in.Damn it.Hayes was flushed from the cold

A Moment of Weakness

The bass thudded through the floorboards as the party surged on, bodies weaving and spilling through the house like heat waves. Ryder needed a drink, needed to shut his brain up for five minutes.He eyed the makeshift bar counter.Then his gaze landed on a girl across the room.Red hair. Crop top. Brown eyes lined with gold glitter that caught every flicker of the string lights. Pretty in the kind of way that made guys trip over themselves for a smile.She was holding a tray of shots, laughing with two friends, flashing Ryder a bright smile.Jax saw her at the same exact moment, the bastard’s gaze tracked smooth and lazy across the room, landing on her with the same cool, calculated interest he took into drills.She noticed him noticing. Her smile sharpened.Great. Just what Ryder needed: another competition he didn’t ask for.Fine. Game on.He plastered on a grin and pushed off the wall. Jax pushed off his in perfect sync, shoulders rolling under his fitted shirt, the fabric stretchi

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