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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

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COMPLETED - PENDING EXTRAS

There was no time to waste.

The decadence of the coliseum wasn't confined to the betting floor. To ensure the comfort and continued patronage of their most valued guests, a network of VIP lounges fanned outwards from the arena. Color-coded in a dazzling spectrum, these viewing areas offered a tiered experience that catered directly to the depth of one's pockets. The richer the patron, the closer they were to the action, and the more opulent their surroundings.

Green, the most basic level, granted access to a standard viewing area. Platinum, the pinnacle of indulgence, promised a private balcony overlooking the arena in its entirety.

Plush armchairs, each a throne for a high roller, boasted built-in digital screens for close-up views of the carnage below. To ensure uninterrupted enjoyment, a dedicated waiter catered to every whim of each platinum patron throughout the night, offering an endless flow of refreshments.

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