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

Ramon glanced at Xavian and smiled at her.

"It's nothing," he said. "Xavian is a strong man, so I'm sure he will heal very quickly, that's what I meant."

Poppy frantically nodded her head at him.

He took a step closer to her. "He lost a good amount of blood, so…"

She was confused. She didn't understand why he was delaying his words. Was something wrong with Xavian?

"Make sure he eats a lot of vegetables. He needs to recover, or it would worsen his migraine with that much lack of blood."

Poppy gave a nod with a light smile. "I will, I will."

Ramon patted her shoulder. "Take good care of him. And your glasses…there are blood stains on them." Then he walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him. He stood at that door for a few moments with confusion perched atop his forehead but he shook his head and left eventually.

CHAPTER. 23