Although I was a strong, invincible dominant alpha mafia boss, my son Doohe was a soft, weak, fragile and recessive omega and I hated it. Doohe was a weak and delicate boy since childhood, a very beautiful omega. That's why I walk him around with at least 5 bodyguards.

after finishing my job of eliminating the filthy alphas who were trying to harass my son again in one of the streets and influence him with their disgusting pheromones, I entered the hospital with my army of bodyguards. As I stepped into room 432, I wiped the blood stains that did not belong to me from my chin.

"My angel... they said you fainted, are you okay now? Don't be afraid, your daddy is here..."

other alphas cannot touch my son, I will tear apart anyone who tries to touch him like I did 1 hour ago. I cannot let my most precious son slip from my hands...