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She woke up feeling refreshed and content, but more so fulfilled.

For a moment, she gazed around in a daze before realizing she was lying in an extravagant white room.

Sunlight poured through the towering windows, bathing the white-and-silver decor in a soft, ethereal glow, signaling the start of a new day.

Lying on the expansive, plush bed, her eyes wandered to the ceiling.

She saw an engraving of a full moon, its brilliance almost lifelike, set against a backdrop of intricate silver patterns on a crystalline dome.

The moon appeared to cast a silvery glow, as if it truly illuminated the room.

The sight jolted her fully awake. This wasn't her room.

Her room wasn't this lavish. This was her mother's room.

A wave of confusion washed over her. What was she doing here?

Her gaze drifted across the bed, and she saw Cael, her brother, sleeping peacefully.

Naked. Her mother lay on the other side, equally unclothed.

And then, like a torrent, memories came rushing back, leaving her breathless, as though someone had doused her in icy water.

The sudden fight that had drained the last of her essence.

The touch of her brother's hands as they roamed over her body, soothing and teasing her.

The fervent, passionate kiss replayed in her mind as her small tongue instinctively traced her lips.

She remembered the feel of her breast in his mouth and looked down to confront her own nakedness.

Her eyes landed between her legs, and the realization struck like lightning—she had done it.

She had surrendered her innocence, her virginity, to her brother. He had claimed her last night.

She vividly recalled his wild, shining silver eyes, his shoulder-length silver hair, and his white horns as he ravaged her before she passed out drawing in her own pleasure unable to handle the intensity of his desire and the power filling her body.

The memory of his intensity and her own surrender sent a thrill through her body, leaving her feeling both elated and overwhelmed.

She was happy—happy that her brother was back, happy that he had claimed her as his.

The extraordinary phenomenon that had unfolded around them during their union also surfaced in her mind.

The radiant silver essence filling the air, the lifelike green grass sprouting around them, and the towering trees swaying as if in approval.

She recalled the surge of power that had filled her, examining her body quickly.

Her lungs and liver had been refined to white, joining her already white heart.

Her blood had grown purer, shimmering more silver than red.

Even a portion of her left kidney had turned white.

The progress made her beam with delight. She felt stronger, almost as though she had leaped from stage three to the cusp of stage six. She liked to categorize her development in stages—a personal system that helped her track her progress.

Her journey had started with stage zero which began even before her awakening, as she awakened her heart blood during her feeding ceremony marking a start of the journey.

She had achieved half of stage one- meaning refining her heart during her awakening, finishing the rest during her time at the academy.

Later, with the aid of her brother's peculiar and pleasurable methods of essence transfer, she refined half of her left lung and completing the process and passing stage two by refine the remaining half a few weeks after he went away.

Stage three-- meaning refining her right lung had concluded just weeks before her brother's return.

But now, she had advanced in ways she hadn't thought possible.

She smiled with satisfaction. Her progress far outpaced that of an average Nocturnal.

Her brother, however, was a miracle—a true anomaly.

His feeding ceremony alone had made his blood completely white from the start, conquering stage zero on the very day his journey began.

She was certain his awakening had been far more potent than hers, a realization solidified during their fight the night before.

It felt as though the moon itself had blessed him, destined him for greatness.

Strangely, she didn't feel jealous, which she was sure she would have felt had anyone else been at his place.

Instead, for him she felt an unshakable desire to stand beside him, to support him, and to never become his burden.

As she looked at his serene, sleeping face, a wave of admiration and care filled her eyes.

He looked majestic. His silver hair shimmered with latent essence, framing his chiseled face and toned but balanced body. Even in slumber, he exuded power and an aura of otherworldly grace. Her gaze drifted between his legs to his semi-erect member, and a flush of heat spread across her cheeks.

Catching sight of herself in a mirror on the wall, she noticed something strange.

Her previously white and brown eyes had now become white and green.

It startled her, though the change wasn't unpleasant.

Normally, her eyes turned fully white when she activated her power, reverting to their natural mix of white and brown afterward.

But now, the brown had been replaced with green, giving her an entirely new look.

One she didn't particularly dislike as she always thought that brown was too ordinary as now she was only one in her direct family neither having a completely white eyes like her parent nor silver that now her brother had.

The mirror also reflected the sleeping graceful form of her mother behind her, reminding her of a significant detail she had been ignoring.

They had done everything last night in her mother's presence.

She wasn't na?ve; she knew her mother had been aware of what was happening between her and her brother and had given her approval.

Yet the thought of doing all that in her mother's presence made her cheeks burn with both embarrassment and shyness as a warm, fuzzy feeling filled her entire being as she looked away in the distance.

After a moment she again looked in the mirror and saw her red hot face before she looked to the sight and saw white clear of eyes of her mother locking into her slight greenish white ones. The sudden eyes contact making her freeze in her place for a moment.