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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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231 Chs

173 - Survival

"The situation calls for quick decisions."

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Despite the squad's success in retrieving Dr. Miriam Schlinger in a viable state, a post-exposure examination by the Intensive Care Unit revealed a rather dire prognosis.

"Intervention options are limited," the emergency physician stated gravely. "The slow-acting toxin is systematically compromising her organ function. Unfortunately, her expected survival window is narrow – mere hours at best."

Maximillian's gaze fell upon the scientist's figure, a still form on the sterile bed, her eyelids fluttering ever so slightly.

"If eliciting a confession is a priority," the doctor continued, "we could attempt a transient arousal from her current torpor, though it would likely be a stressful and potentially detrimental course of action. Not that it makes any difference at this point."

"Understood," Maximillian nodded in apprehension. "Thank you, Doctor."