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, wait up." Poppy stalked after Xavian who ignored her and instead proceeded to finish up his business. They arrived right next to the car and he stopped while his personal guard, Valentine, pulled the door open for him.

But he didn't get into the car immediately. "Yes, we'll talk more about this tomorrow. I'll have my assistant send the files to you." Then he ended the call and with a deep breath drank in like a drug, he turned, staring Poppy down with a glare.

"Your pills," Poppy said. "You haven't taken them the whole day!"

"I don't need them, not today. Get in the car."

"No, I won't. Please stop trying to be so difficult for once, Mr. Winslow!"

Xavian gave her a glare he'd been giving the entire week before pointing to the car. "Get into the fucking car, Poppy."

CHAPTER 21