We are in an apartment in Queens, New York, 8 AM.
A beautiful sunny day. Sunlight filters through the window, reflecting on the brown hair of a young boy. His eyelids twitch gently before he opens his sleepy eyes, dragging himself out of his erotic dreams.
As he rises from his bed, before he can even do anything in this world, he's suddenly teleported elsewhere—sucked into a shimmering, mysterious glass-like hole. Dizzy and confused, he's spat out into a snowy forest, wearing nothing but his underwear.
This is where the story begins.
"Fu-k… what the hell?!"
He jumps up hysterically, brushing snow off his body, shivering hard.
— "It's so fucking cold!!!"
— "Where the hell am I!?"
— "Wasn't I just home, sleeping?"
Before panic takes over, the crack of a branch catches his attention. Instantly, his expression shifts to calm. His golden eyes with slit pupils scan the surroundings.
That's when he spots them: three wild shapes.
Shock hits him. Wolves, but twice the size of normal ones. Worse—an eerie blue frost glow shines in their eyes, claws, and fangs.
In the most improbable twist, instead of running like any sane person, the boy grabs a makeshift spear and charges them, a feral grin on his face. Clearly, this isn't your average guy.
Drawing on his fighting experience, he attacks without hesitation. In barely a minute, he stands victorious—three wolves dead around him.
The catch: his body bears strange wounds.
📌 POV Alex
"They scratched me, and an icy cold ran through my veins, numbing my body. If I were normal, I'd be frozen stiff by now. If it had been just a regular attack, it would've left faint white marks—thanks to my second mutation: a slightly rubbery body with thick, smooth skin. (No, I can't stretch like a certain superhero, but I'm super flexible and got other perks.) But these wolves are different… they have power inside them. Definitely not a simple place I've landed in."
One problem solved though: warm clothes!
Thankfully, he trained for survival in the wild.
Out here, survival is child's play. But damn, the cold is insane, nothing like the U.S.—even its harshest winters don't compare.
He approaches the corpses, slicing them open with a sharp stone he'd luckily found during his clash with the wolf leader.
Despite exhaustion, he has to make clothes. Mutant or not, he only got his powers yesterday, and probably that's what kept him alive so far. Another perk he discovers: his body naturally radiates heat. He still feels the cold, but it doesn't cripple him.
("Earlier, I was just freaking out—going from a soft bed to a frozen wasteland does that. But damn it, on the very day I finished training, ready to do great things in my world… I get isekai'd just like that.")
Luckily, Alex isn't the kind to waste three arcs over one tiny action.
— "And that's it! No more running around half-naked!"
Skinning these wolves wasn't easy—their bodies thrummed with cold energy. But Alex is skilled in wilderness survival. Nothing wasted: skin, meat, claws, fangs, bones (yeah, even the genitals if needed!).
With basic sewing and cooking know-how, he crafts a rough wolfskin outfit (vest, pants, cape, boots) radiating a thin frosty aura. Using a femur, tendons, and claws, he whips up a bone axe too.
He stashes the meat, eyes, and shiny fangs into two skin bags.
It took time—new species and all—but as night fell, he made a fire. With his skills, child's play.
He cubed the meat, skewered it on bones, sprinkled edible herbs, roasted them over the fire. The smell was heavenly.
Without hesitation, he devours it.
— "Fuck yes!! This meat is incredible!!"
Alex savors his feast. No plans, no strategies. His only true plan is this: how many beauties can he seduce and fuck in this world?
Thanks to his first mutation: Alpha Beast, his libido, charm, pheromones—and most of all, the monster between his legs—are all enhanced.