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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

"My father never wanted to use LK-92 to bring forth the Third Evolution."

The descent was a blur compared to the laborious climb.

It was not until Julian arrived at the ground floor that he realized something was utterly wrong.

The wall of fire towered high at his right side, but no spectators were seen on his left side.

It was as if the Coliseum was emptied in a split second.

And then he heard a cold voice behind him.

Julian spun around and stared at Atticus, who stood some distance away from him.

"Who are you?" Julian asked, surreptitiously tucking his gun out of sight behind his back.

Atticus scoffed at his pathetic attempt to hide the gun.

"Are you pretending to be stupid?"

"I don't know what you are talking about."

197 - Coliseum (3)