Chapter 195

Alexander’s POV

Closing Olivia’s door behind me, I felt the weight of yesterday’s intimacy settle in my bones. It was a night I wouldn't soon forget, but the symbol on my hand burned with a persistent ache that reminded me of my duties. As I headed down the dimly lit corridor, my thoughts were clouded by the full moon ceremony, Olivia’s dreams, and the ominous connection between them.

I nearly collided with Victor in the hallway. His tall frame loomed just ahead, his expression calm yet knowing. He gave me a discerning look as I approached, and I could almost see the questions forming in his amber eyes.

“Good morning, Alexander,” Victor greeted, his voice smooth yet carrying a hint of curiosity.

“Morning,” I replied, trying to keep my voice as steady as his, though my mind was a turbulent storm.

Victor’s gaze shifted to my hand, where the mysterious symbol had made its presence known. “Have you had any luck finding out more about that symbol?”

I looked down at my hand, flexing