Inside the Volkov mansion’s basement was an expensive medical room, used in the past to help treat wounded members away from the gaze of humanity. A light buzzed overhead, flickering behind a steel cage.

Its light spreading over polished metal, glinting tools arranged in surgical symmetry. It smelled of ammonia and alcohol swabs and sterilised death—too clean to be comforting.

Lunaria came to the basement shortly after meeting Nikolai and now lay motionless atop one of the two examination tables, her skin’s pale hue more obvious against stainless steel, red hair spread like a mean unfurled flag.

Faint scars crisscrossed her arms, her chest, her throat.

The only motion came from her shallow breathing—slow, uneven, mechanical.

“Are you alright?” Nikolai asked, holding her hand as Amphitrite prepared the ritual circle, his wrists wrapped with something to help her drink his blood.

He removed his jacket and folded it neatly on a nearby chair.

Beside the table, Amphitrite adjusted the medical tools, designed to keep both bodies alive during the ritual to avoid issues tapping the medical panel.

Her blue scales caught the light, glowing faintly as she tapped through menus, her fingers too calm. Not only preparing for the ritual. But also calibrated machinery and protocols born from human science older than memory.

“She’s ready,” Amphitrite said quietly, her voice smooth but void of emotion, like an undertaker dealing with a corpse. “Begin the ignition. She must drink from you before I start the transfer.”

Nikolai didn’t hesitate.

He drew a claw across his wrist with surgical efficiency. Blood welled thick, darker than it should have been, viscous and slow. The moment the scent hit the air, Lunaria twitched. Her fingers curled, her spine arching just slightly.

He brought the bleeding wrist to her lips. Her mouth opened on instinct.

“Nikolai…” A gasping, desperate voice with pleading eyes staring up at him.

“Why didn’t you just use the scalpel I prepared!?” The mermaid’s pink hair bounced as she shouted at the oath of a werewolf.

The first drop touched her tongue, and she latched on like a newborn gasping for air. Her throat convulsed, guzzling his crimson ambrosia. Colour grew faintly into her cheeks, blue veins beneath her eyes beginning to pulse.

Nikolai didn’t flinch. Even as her lips pulled harder, grazing the wound with her teeth, he remained still and watched her face.

“That’s enough,” Amphitrite snapped. “Any more and she won’t separate.”

Nikolai yanked his arm away, feeling the resistance in her arms. Her head reclined back onto the metal tray with a soft clang. Blood coated her lips with a faint smile. Her eyes fluttered—but didn’t open.

“Begin.”

A second body lay beside her—perfect, cold and eerie in silence.

The hybrid form was too still, like a statue awaiting its first breath. White hair spilled over the edge of the table, skin pale as moonstone. Silver tattoos—vein-like—curled faintly along the arms and down the spine. It looked nothing like the broken girl next to it, but something in the shape of the mouth… the angle of the jaw… whispered of Lunaria.

Not like the naturally evolved vampires, but a more feral and ferocious type, the lamprey had a mouthful of sharp fangs that would grow during bloodthirst. Instead of two precise fangs, all of them sank into the victim’s skin, guzzling their blood in seconds.

Amphitrite raised the transfer apparatus while standing in the glowing circle as she quietly chanted a nostalgic spell, her blue scales shimmering in the pale light.

A low thrum filled the chamber, like something ancient stirring in the deep. Monitors began blinking. Thin beams of red light scanned the old body’s spine, chest, and skull.

A dull noise, almost like static, rippled across the room.

And then—

Lunaria exhaled.

A long and slow breath, which gradually faded like the ritual pulled the last breath from her lungs.

Mixing magic and science, machine and ritual, the moment of truth came.

Soft red motes lifted from her chest. Not magic. Not soul-fire, a bizarre mixture of the two as the monitors and various machines bleeped and buzzed. The red motes drifted lazily into the other body, a process calmer and with a greater safety that Nikolai remembered.

Lunaria’s body stiffened—her spine arching, her jaw clamped shut and eyes still closed.

The hybrid body twitched.

Once.

Then again.

Nikolai watched the monitors attached to Lunaria beeping, her pulse and heart rate rapidly dropping until they reached almost zero.

A convulsion rippled down its limbs, snapping with sharp pops as the bones seemed to come alive. Blood flowed into the muscles from the small vials of Nikolai’s blood prepared earlier.

The chest rose, slow and sharp, like someone drowning, suddenly breaching the surface. Then its hands curled, and the hybrid’s skin started glowing with a darker hue, blood flowing from the previous body into the new one through an assortment of tubes.

Time passed as Nikolai stood between both bodies, his hand clasping both hands, gently stroking them with his racing heart.

That’s when everything changed…

Silver eyes snapped open.

She didn’t speak.

She moved.

Nikolai stepped forward, blood still dripping faintly from his wrist. He raised the arm again, offering it without words. He remembered this process and moment from when he saved Amphitrite, offering enough blood to stabilise their body and soul.

‘Ngh…’

He forced his black blood to work harder, flowing to his wrist rapidly.

But her gaze didn’t move to his wrist.

It fixed on his throat.

There was no warning.

She lunged—too fast, like a flash of light.

He barely had time to brace himself before her arms wrapped around him and clung to his body before she drove her fangs into the side of his neck.

Not clean vampire teeth, the delicate fangs of Selene—no, these were not dainty punctures.

Her mouth opened wide, forming a circular row of jagged teeth digging in like a wild beast desperate for her first meal. The force jolted him back, hitting the far table as her body pressed against him, eyes half-lidded and filled with a blissful light, breath hot against his collarbone as she snorted while drinking.

His blood flowed freely down her lips, staining the white fabric and snow-like skin red.

Yet He didn’t push her away.

She drank like it was all she had ever known. Not desperate. Not crazed.

Hungry.

Possessive.

Intimate in the most brutal way.

Amphitrite made no move to stop her. She watched with unreadable eyes, arms crossed, the soft whir of the machines slowing behind her.

When the hybrid girl finally pulled away, she licked her lips, fangs glinting crimson.

Silver eyes locked onto Nikolai’s with eerie clarity.

“I remember everything,” Lunaria whispered hoarsely.

Her voice was a ragged thread, trembling from the storm of sensation that flooded her.

Her body trembled—not from pain or weakness, but from sensation. Everything felt too sharp, too vivid. The cold air on her damp skin, the weight of her new limbs, the rhythmic throb of her heart where none had beat before. She shuddered atop him, not from weakness, but the raw, brutal awareness of being alive again.

And beneath her, Nikolai.

She could feel him—every breath he took, the warmth of his skin against hers, the blood she had taken still singing in her veins. Her silver eyes glowed faintly in the sterile lights of the basement room, a predator’s gaze cloaked in a lover’s face.

The weight of her new body pressed down against him, every curve unfamiliar but unmistakably hers. The heat of her lips, still bloodstained, trailed along the edge of his jaw, marking territory.

Her tongue flicked against his throat—teasing, testing.

“Mine,” she hissed.

Lunaria’s lips crushed against Nikolai’s, hot and desperate, tasting the blood still lingering on her tongue. Her claws scraped over his chest, tearing open the buttons of his shirt with a growl caught somewhere between frustration and desire.

Nikolai barely managed a gasp as her thighs clamped tighter around his waist.

The force of the kiss knocked the air from his lungs—sharp teeth nipped at his lip, drawing a droplet of red that she chased with a greedy moan.

He noticed her changes: silver fluffy wolf’s ears and a long, powerful tail like a member of the Volkov clan. The Hybrid took his blood and evolved.

Her tail wrapped around his leg, her hips grinding down without shame, bold and unrelenting. Lunaria didn’t hesitate—didn’t wait. The timid hesitation had burned away in the wake of her rebirth, leaving behind something feral, sensual, and utterly unstoppable.

“You fed me your blood,” she whispered into his mouth. “You let me in. You want this. You need me too!”

He did.

Nikolai wanted her in ways he didn’t have words for, the lust he hid deep in his core leaking despite his attempts to keep it locked away.

He gripped her hips as she arched over him, her long white hair falling like a veil around them. Her skin flushed with heat like fire with uneven, ragged breaths, silver eyes gleaming with growing madness.

Then—

From across the room, amidst blinking monitors and the scent of antiseptic—

A throat cleared.

“You’ve got sixty seconds before I sedate one of you.”

Lunaria snarled, snapping her head toward the voice. Amphitrite stood calmly by the metal table, arms folded, expression unreadable—though her eyes sparkled with something between wry amusement and scholarly interest.

“Don’t tempt me,” Lunaria growled, still straddling Nikolai.

“You’re on a surgical cot,” Amphitrite replied, utterly unfazed. “And I’d rather not have to disinfect all of it again.”

Nikolai coughed into his hand, flustered and breathing hard. “You could’ve said something sooner…”

“I was observing the effects of soul transfer through lust-linked bond catalysts,” Amphitrite said smoothly. “And frankly, this is fascinating. I can still remember the lust and desire I felt for you… no I feel for you after using your blood as a medium.”

Lunaria rolled her eyes, but the smirk that spread across her bloodstained lips was dangerous. Possessive.

“I’m not done with you,” she muttered to Nikolai, grinding down once more before reluctantly pulling back, slow and agonising.

He bit back a groan, muscles tense, heart hammering.

Amphitrite turned away, muttering, “At least finish the post-transfer diagnostics before you start dry-humping like animals. Priorities, children.”

Lunaria slid off Nikolai with a hungry glance and a flick of her tail. “You gave me a beast’s body,” she said to Amphitrite, licking her lips. “Don’t act surprised when it acts like one.”

Though she gained a new body, the chance in Lunaria felt strong.

Then another thought slipped through his mind, that maybe this was her true personality. Nikolai watched her grab a white coat before stepping outside the room.

“Well, that was fun.” Amphitrite muttered before she crept beside Nikolai, still lying against the metal trolley, as her hand slipped over his thigh and gripped the swollen part of his crotch. “As I thought… even though it’s been so long, I don’t think this attraction will fade.”

“W-What are you doing Amphitrite?” Nikolai asked with a growl, feeling her hand squeezing him and stroking her fingers along his pants.

“Hmm…? Well. I’m taking my payment?”

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