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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+
分數不夠
219 Chs

125 - Hong Yunyi (6)

"You owe me four shots in total."

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The glint of the dagger arced through the air, crimson blossoming on Julian's wrist as Hong Yunyi made a swift incision. Repulsion churned in his gut, warring with the desperate need that drove him. He forced the metallic tang of blood down his throat, the act a grotesque parody of a predator savoring its prey.

Once he was done, he let go of Julian's hand and waited.

The alpha expected to go through a mind-boggling change, but the anticipation dissipated into a hollow emptiness. There was no transformative surge coursing through his body, no miraculous acts of healing taking place.

Perhaps the lingering effects of the pills he took every three hours masked the changes. Or maybe, the chilling thought occurred in his mind, this single act wasn't enough.

Maybe he needed to drink this omega's blood every day just to be sure that he was healed.