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Ascension : Dawn Of The Third Evolution

Maximillian's hands cupped Julian's face, his thumbs tracing the soft contours of the latter's jaw. He leaned in, their breaths mingling in an exchange of pheromones. Julian felt the heat radiating from Maximillian's body, his own heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. Only a whisper of space separated their lips from each other. Maximillian's voice was a husky sigh against Julian's mouth. "If you don't want this, push me away." The challenge hung heavy in the air, but Julian met it head-on. "I do," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. In a single, fluid motion, he closed the distance, his lips meeting Maximillian's in a kiss that was both hesitant and hungry. ------------------ A catastrophic meteorite impact triggered the first evolution. A devastating global viral pandemic forced the second evolution. Insatiable human greed drove the third evolution. What does it feel like to play hide-and-seek with your enemy during the day, and entangle with him during the night? Julian Haas, a male omega, formerly known as Laurent Krausser, shot Atticus Bates, a male alpha responsible for his father's demise. The murder attempt failed and ended in an explosive collapse, landing Julian in a hospital. The National Bureau of Security, tasked with investigating the fiery demise of the building, brought alpha Maximillian Grant face-to-face with the enigmatic omega, the only other survivor of the tragedy. Intent on gaining a second chance for revenge, Julian started to approach Maximillian. Unable to resist Julian's seductive advances, Maximillian was soon drowning in not only the omega's intoxicating scent but also the murky secrets at the heart of the third evolution. Warning tag : NOT a slow burn romance, a lot of smut scenes

Lu_Shui · LGBT+
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222 Chs

168 - Awakening

Upon waking up from his ten-month-long slumber, Atticus Bates came face-to-face with an entirely new world.

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Arbor Vitae Sanatorium at Cedarbrook, Montana wasn't quite a hospital, more a sanctuary for those whose hold on the world was weakening, yet whom the world clung to with a fierce, unspoken hope.

Every awakening from a comatose state, however long, was celebrated as a triumph, not just for the patient, but for the sanatorium itself.

Atticus Bates was among the prominent patients whom the sanatorium had the honor of tending to.

On his discharge day, the entire staff gathered before the main building to bid him farewell. A collective gasp rippled through the crowd as Atticus emerged, not on a wheelchair like most recovering patients, but walking on his own two feet.

He looked remarkably lucid, a perfectly healthy alpha through and through.

But once the realization dawned on them, they understood why.