The Regretful Alpha 11.1

Something was wrong, the young Usher could feel it clearly. His discomfort was palpable, like a lump in his chest that even the moonlit night could not soothe as usual. The atmosphere was unsettling, and even the gentle breeze seemed to sting, adding to his unease.

Taking a deep breath, the young Usher scanned his surroundings with unease. He tried to look for clues to the unusual feeling that had plagued him for the past few days, but all he found was confusion.

Everything seemed to be spinning, making Usher's head feel full. Various events that had occurred kept replaying in his mind, bringing up different thoughts than before. Two similar yet meaningful questions continued to weigh on his mind.

"Why? Why are you so good to me? Why do you always take care of me? Why, Usher?"

"Why are you so attentive to Vione? She's nobody. She's just the adopted daughter of some forest rangers. Besides, she seems weak. You could say she's a troublesome she-wolf. So why do