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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

123 - Hong Yunyi (4)

A burst of crimson erupted from his back, forming a grotesque fountain that splashed against the yellowing grass and stained them a macabre color of dark red.

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Julian was standing some distance away from him, his face melting in elation. Behind him, though, stood another person with a gun in his hand. The man was of Asian descent, his features obscured by dark sunglasses. His attire, a sharp black suit and tie, seemed more suited for a somber occasion than a summer day in Central Park.

At first, the stranger was pointing the gun at the back of Julian's head, but when Maximillian directed his gaze at him, the armed man shifted the gun in the federal agent's direction instead.

At the moment, Maximillian was busy pinning the mass shooter to the ground. Both of his hands were occupied. Paralyzed by terror, all he could do was watch the unfolding scene, unable to do anything to dodge the shot.