All Chapters of OWNED ON ICE : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

19 Chapters

CHAPTER 1

The final seconds of Game Seven felt like war.Soren Calder flew down the ice, heart hammering, stick gripped like a weapon. Twenty thousand fans screamed for the Vancouver Grizzlies to close it out, captain’s duty, one goal, one fucking goal and they’d take the series.“Move it, Calder!” his right winger shouted.Soren didn’t need the reminder. He saw the opening until Jeremy Draven cut across like a goddamn missile.“Eat shit, Draven!” Soren snarled as they collided shoulder-to-shoulder near the boards. JR’s gray eyes flashed behind his visor, wild and vicious.“You first, Captain,” JR shot back, with his voice raw with adrenaline. He dug his skate in and stole the puck with a brutal poke check that sent Soren spinning.The crowd groaned.JR didn’t waste the chance. He deked left, then right, and fired a pass that led to a crushing one-timer. Tie game. The Storm bench erupted. Soren’s stomach twisted.Thirty seconds left.He won the next faceoff, muscles screaming as he barreled tow

CHAPTER 2

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

CHAPTER 3

Soren’s fingers curled into the black sheets, his body tense as he turned onto his stomach. The cool fabric did nothing to soothe the fire racing under his skin. Behind him, the bed dipped as JR moved closer. A large, warm hand settled on the back of his neck, holding him there; steady and possessive.“Breathe, Captain,” JR murmured. “You’re shaking.”“I’m not shaking,” Soren snapped, even though his arms trembled slightly. “Just get on with it.”JR chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through Soren’s spine. “Still fighting, good!” He leaned down, pressing a surprisingly soft kiss between Soren’s shoulder blades, right over a fading bruise. “I meant what I said. Tell me to stop and I stop.”Soren turned his head to the side, glaring at the man hovering above him. “Stop talking and fuck me already, Draven. Or are you all talk?”JR’s grip tightened on his neck for a second before sliding down his back, mapping every line of muscle. “You really want to play it like that?” He reached for

CHAPTER 4

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 5

Soren’s back hit the wall with a dull thud. JR’s body caged him in, that damn smirk hovering too close, too confident. The fluorescent lights of the practice facility hallway buzzed overhead like a warning.“How much of me are you allowed to keep?” Soren repeated, his voice low and furious. “You just told my GM and my coach that I’m yours like I’m some fucking traded player. You don’t get to renegotiate in front of them!”JR’s thumb continued its slow, maddening stroke across Soren’s bottom lip. “I just did.” His gray eyes were dark and intense. “And you didn’t stop me.”Soren’s chest heaved. He hated how right JR was. He could have shoved him away, could have denied everything in that office, instead, he’d stood there and let JR stake his claim like it was the most natural thing in the world.“This is spiraling,” Soren said. “The press conference tomorrow, my teammates are going to lose their minds. We have a game in two days against Calgary. I can’t be thinking about your dick whi

CHAPTER 6: PUBLIC ENEMY

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

Chapter 7: Cracks in the Ice

Chapter Seven: Cracks in the IceSoren’s heart slammed against his ribs as he stared into JR’s intense gray eyes.The question hung between them like a live grenade.“Are you still fighting this… or are you ready to admit you want it to last?”Soren exhaled shakily and looked away. “I don’t know how to do this, JR. I’ve spent three years hating you, wanting to destroy you on the ice and now I’m…” He gestured helplessly between them. “Whatever the hell this is.”JR didn’t push. For once, he stayed quiet, waiting. His hands were still cupping Soren’s face, thumbs gently stroking his cheekbones. It was such a tender touch that it made Soren’s chest ache.“I’m terrified,” Soren finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “If this blows up, I lose everything, my captaincy, my team’s respect and maybe even my career.”JR’s expression softened. He rested his forehead against Soren’s. “You think I’m not scared too?” he murmured. “I’ve never done this before. Never wanted anyone to sta

CHAPTER 8: UNDER INVESTIGATION

Chapter Eight: Under InvestigationSoren’s stomach was in knots as he walked into the Grizzlies’ executive offices. Coach Harlan, the General Manager, the team’s PR director, and two stern-looking representatives from the league were already seated around the large conference table. The air felt thick with disapproval.“Take a seat, Calder,” Coach said.Soren sat down, his back straight, captain’s mask firmly in place. His phone had been buzzing nonstop since the league announcement went public an hour ago. He hadn’t replied to any of them, especially not JR’s texts.The league rep, a sharp woman in a navy suit, slid a folder across the table. “We’re opening a formal review into your conduct with Mr. Draven. The timing raises serious questions about professionalism and potential game manipulation.”Soren’s jaw tightened. “There was no game manipulation. It was personal.”“Personal,” the GM repeated dryly. “That’s one way to describe leaving the arena with your rival right after he kn

Chapter 9: Leaked

Chapter Nine: Leaked Soren’s phone wouldn’t stop vibrating. He sat on the edge of his couch, his elbows on his knees while staring at the coffee table where his screen kept lighting up with new notifications. Every major sports outlet had picked up the story. The leaked messages, some explicit, some unexpectedly tender were splashed across headlines in bold font. “Calder & Draven: From Rivals to Lovers — Explicit Texts Revealed” One message in particular was everywhere: JR: Tell me you’re still sore from last night, Captain. Soren: Fuck you. JR: That’s the plan. Another one hurt more: JR: Stay tonight. I sleep better when you’re here. Soren: Yeah… me too. Soren dragged a hand down his face. His agent had already called three times. Coach Harlan had left a voicemail that simply said, “My office. Now.” The GM had sent a formal email requesting an emergency meeting with the league’s conduct committee. A sharp knock on his door made him flinch, he already knew w

Chapter 10: Suspended

Chapter Ten: SuspendedSoren stared at the ceiling, the word “suspended” still ringing in his ears like a bad hit against the boards.‘Administrative leave, no games, no practice. No team activities until the league completed its investigation.’He felt numb.JR sat up beside him, the sheet pooling around his waist. His gray eyes were sharp with anger. “They can’t do this, not without a full hearing.”“They just did,” Soren said flatly. He swung his legs off the bed and stood, naked and suddenly cold despite the warm apartment. “I’m the captain of the Grizzlies. Or… I WAS .” His voice cracked on the last word.JR got up immediately and wrapped his arms around Soren from behind, his strong chest pressed to his back. “Hey, breathe!! We’ll fight this.”Soren leaned into the touch for a moment before stepping away. “You don’t get it. This isn’t just about us hooking up, those leaked messages made it look like we were laughing about the Game Seven loss. Like it was all some sick game. My

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