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

Poppy forced herself off the couch, quickly leaving the restroom to head to her bedroom right next to Xavian's room. She slammed the door shut and walked to her bag, yanking it open to take out her pills and a pack of yogurt.

The pain, that guilt, it was beginning to boil inside of her again.

"No, no, not now..." She stood up, grabbing a bottle of water, and storming her way into the bathroom, the door closed and locked. "Please…not again!" She turned to the mirror at the sink and stood staring at her reflection, grip on the edge of the sink counter growing tighter.

"It's all your fault…they died."

"If only you'd just gone, if you hadn't fought with them. But you chose your job over them, and now, they are gone. You know the worst part? You never even got to see their face and the only time you got to, they were in that morgue—"

CHAPTER 19