All Chapters of OWNED ON ICE : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Soren’s breath caught in his throat as he said ‘everything’The single word hung between them like a loaded gun. JR’s gray eyes bored into his, daring him to run, to fight, to finally break. The voices in the hallway grew louder: teammates, staff, people who could walk in at any second and see their captain cornered by the enemy.“Fine,” Soren hissed, the word tasting like defeat and something far more volatile. “One night. We start with one night and we’ll talk about the rest tomorrow.”JR’s smirk returned, slow and victorious. “Smart choice, Captain. But we both know it won’t stop at one night.” He stepped back just enough to give Soren breathing room, but his hand stayed on Soren’s hip and his fingers pressing into bare skin like a brand. “Get dressed, we’re leaving now!”Soren shoved past him,his jaw tight, and yanked on a hoodie and sweats. Every movement pulled at his bruised ribs, a sharp reminder of how they’d gotten here. JR watched him the entire time with crossed arms, l

Soren’s stomach dropped like he’d taken another hit into the boards.He stared at JR, phone still warm in his hand. “What do you mean you want more than thirty days? We had a deal. One month. That’s it.”JR didn’t flinch. He sat up fully, the sheet pooling around his waist, exposing the hard lines of his tattooed chest. “Deals change, Captain. Especially when the loser ends up in my bed looking like that.” His eyes raked over Soren’s marked neck and bruised torso with clear satisfaction. “You think I’m letting you walk away after one night?”Soren swung his legs off the bed and stood, ignoring the ache in his ribs and the deeper soreness lower down. “This isn’t a negotiation, Draven. I have a career, a team and now apparently leaked photos of us leaving together. Fuck.” He dragged a hand through his hair. “I need to get ahead of this before it explodes.”JR rose too, towering and unashamedly naked. “Or…” He stepped closer, voice dropping. “We lean into it.”Soren laughed sharply. “Lea

Chapter SixThe press conference room felt like a battlefield.Bright lights glared down on the long table. Soren sat stiffly in his Grizzlies hoodie, his jaw locked so tight it ached. JR lounged beside him like he owned the damn room, his spread legs, one arm draped casually along the back of Soren’s chair, and his fingers occasionally brushing the nape of his neck.The cameras flashed nonstop.“Mr. Draven, Mr. Calder,” a reporter called out, “can you clarify the nature of your relationship? Are the rumors true that you’re involved romantically?”Soren’s stomach twisted. JR leaned forward toward the microphone, his posture was calm as ever.“We’re involved,” JR said smoothly, with a low and confident voice. “That’s all we’re saying right now. The details are private.”Soren felt the collective inhale of the room. Another reporter jumped in immediately.“Captain Calder, how do your teammates feel about you… consorting with the enemy after Game Seven?”Soren gripped the edge of the ta