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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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"First come, first serve."

The pristine lab within the Consortium's spaceship bore no resemblance to Julian's usual cluttered workspace.

Gleaming granite floors and marble countertops replaced the familiar, comforting hum of aging equipment and cluttered benches.

At first glance, the room resembled a high-end kitchen, with rows of gleaming glassware lining the glass cabinets and an array of analytical instruments perched on the countertops.

A workstation with several drawers stood sentinel at the far end of the lab, close to a dedicated meeting area complete with projector and screen.

All experimental data pertaining to DOTTE Project was stored inside a HoloDoc, reserved for Julian's eyes.

Some of them significant, but most of them was not.

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