AngelLily

Poppy Brooks, who’d ditched the mafia she was tied to in pursuit of a normal life as a caregiver, is suddenly hired by a wealthy man, who needed a caregiver for a strange severe case of migraines.  

She accepts the job, unaware of what she is getting into. What this man is, she had no idea. The weird connection she has with him, or his unlike-human behavior at times, none of them makes sense to her. 

He is the devil, some would say.  
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Xavian Winslow, an alpha who ditched his pack to stay on the other side among humans, is suffering from a cursed migraine, one that affects his daily life. What he needed as a caregiver was a human who didn’t have anything to do with him, not in any way. 

For a man who’d had a first mate who died on him, a second mate was very much impossible. 
But would that still be the case when he meets Poppy Brooks, his caregiver?  

What will he do when he is left with a choice: reject her to protect her or risk losing her completely to the hands of his kind, who forbade mating with humans? 

Will he keep her regardless, or let go? And what happens when he discovers that Poppy, who he’d thought was nothing but a caregiver, is one way or another related to the mafia? A group of humans who he despised with every fiber in him? 

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[The cover isn’t mine, credits to the owner]

The Alpha’s Caregiver is a Mafia

Xavian stepped out of the elevator, his phone and briefcase in hand. He headed to the door, pulling it open to leave, however, he stopped, lifting his head to stare at Poppy who waved at him immediately.

His gaze shifted to the suitcase she'd dragged along and moved back to her face. "What are you doing here?" he bit out, breaking the silence. "And with a suitcase?"

Poppy smiled at him, saying, "I'm moving in."

Xavian's face screwed into a frown, still very much confused. "Moving into where? Aren't you supposed to quit today?"

"Not anymore," Poppy said. "Your sister paid me triple my initial payment to move in.

She believes it'll be more convenient for the both of us."

The expression on his face fell and he quickly turned, glaring at Cily who was hurrying her way down the stairs.

CHAPTER 12