Fyodor, an alpha, knew only pain and tragedy. His parents had been brutally murdered by the rival mafia organization "Yukalia," a group with a long history of hostility against Fyodor's family. From that moment on, Fyodor was raised by his uncle, consumed by thoughts of revenge. He trained relentlessly, his sole purpose to become the next mafia boss and exact vengeance for his parents' deaths.

Love and compassion were foreign to him; his heart grew cold, his nature ruthless. Years later, Fyodor achieved his goal, ascending to the position of mafia boss. To carry out his revenge, he devised a plan to infiltrate Yukalia’s operations. Disguising himself, he retreated to a quiet neighborhood to gather intelligence on his enemy.

It was there that he met Eric, his neighbor—a bright and stubborn omega who seemed to radiate sunshine. Eric was everything Fyodor was not. He brought Fyodor food he cooked or baked, always chattering cheerfully about his day, even when Fyodor dismissed him with cold indifference. Despite Fyodor's attempts to push him away, Eric's persistence broke through his icy exterior. For the first time in his life, Fyodor felt the warmth of love. They fell for each other, got married, and had a beautiful child who was the spitting image of Eric.

One day, Fyodor revealed the truth to Eric: he was a mafia boss. Though shocked, Eric accepted him for who he was. For a while, they lived a peaceful life as a family, but happiness was fleeting. Yukalia discovered Fyodor’s trail and, worse, his weakness—his family. They kidnapped Eric and their son.

Eric was mercilessly killed. As they prepared to kill the boy too, Yukalia’s ruthless leader, Cazador, intervened.

"Spare the boy," Cazador said. "I'll raise him and turn him into my dog."

With those chilling words, everything Fyodor held dear was ripped away. Crushed by grief, he thought of ending his life, but the burning desire for revenge kept him alive. He vowed to destroy the Yukalia empire, no matter the cost.

Years passed, and Fyodor gathered enough evidence to dismantle Yukalia piece by piece. His vengeance erupted into an all-out war. Blood and flames engulfed the streets as Fyodor fought mercilessly, killing Yukalia's men with a cold, calculated fury. He tore through their forces like they were nothing, determined to find Cazador and end him.

But when Fyodor finally reached his nemesis, the sight before him shattered him. Standing by Cazador’s side was his son. His heart clenched as he took in the boy’s face—a perfect replica of Eric. Those same eyes, that same expression... it was as though Eric had been reincarnated.

"You're alive... my god, you look just like your mother," Fyodor whispered, his voice breaking.

Tears filled his eyes as he opened his arms to embrace his son, but the boy stepped back, shoving him away. Fyodor’s stomach churned as he heard the boy’s next words.

"Don't hurt master," the boy said while shielding Cazador.

Fyodor froze, his world tilting. "Master?!" His voice cracked with desperation. "Get back to your senses! How dare you call him that?! He killed your mother—he tore us apart! Please... please don’t do this. Come to Papa."

He held his arms out, pleading. But his son didn’t move. Fyodor’s heart shattered as he realized Cazador had taken everything from him—his parents, his omega, and now, his son, who no longer recognized him.