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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

146 - Drug Y

"I never thought I would say this one day, Agent Grant, but I am so grateful that you are dating a scientist and not some empty-headed, beautiful omega."

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The bottle containing the unknown syrup was clear in color, with a distinct alcoholic odor. As soon as Maximillian obtained the remaining substance in his hand, he drove to the Bureau right away to store it in its underground cryogenic storage room.

Barely five minutes passed after he safely locked away the bottle when his phone started ringing urgently.

"Yes, Dr. Koch?"

"You called me on Sunday noon," the Institute Director's weary voice was heard from the other end. "What's up? Have you gotten anything interesting into your hands?"

"Indeed," Maximillian replied. "I just don't know what it is yet. I am thinking of asking you to analyse it first thing tomorrow morning. Is it okay?"