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 slammed his hands on the conference table, jaw ticking in annoyance.

"What the fuck did you just mean by that, Mr. Holt?"

The middle-aged man Holt averted his gaze, his eyes flickering rapidly. "Listen, Mr. Winslow, it is not that I doubt your work or what your company and you can do for me, but you have been quite absent lately. Your sister has been the one chirping in, and it is not enough. I need the man I'm partnering with right here, not some woman assistant or any of the sort."

"You're saying my sister is incompetent?" he questioned, cocking a brow at him. "That she hasn't been doing a good job?"

Mr. Holt looked into his eyes and quickly averted his gaze. "T-that's not what I'm trying to say, Mr. Winslow."

"Is that what you all think as well?"

The rest of them within the room looked at him and averted their gaze immediately, slightly shaking their heads as if they were on the verge of wetting their pants.

CHAPTER 13