Lu_Shui

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.
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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

Ascension : Dawn Of The Third Evolution

"Since we're already at the hospital, I thought we could take this opportunity to get you checked out as well."

The pneumatic doors of the Emergency Room hissed open with a gust of cool night air, and a cacophony of shouts and the rhythmic squeak of wheels filled the sterile space. Four gurneys were wheeled in with a practiced urgency, each bearing a still form beneath the harsh glare of the overhead lights.

At the head of the procession, a paramedic, her voice clipped and professional, addressed the team gathered around the gurneys. "Trauma alert. We have four males, all gunshot wounds. First up, male, alpha, approximately 23 years old. Four gunshot wounds -- left clavicle entry point, likely exiting the back, left lower arm fracture, penetrating wound to the abdomen, and right lower leg tibia likely fractured."

112 - Examination