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

The early morning sun poured into the room through the parted curtains. Xavian woke up slowly, and the first thing he registered was a very warm arm thrown over his face. Poppy.

She was spread out on his bed, hands flying everywhere, including his face and her hair, long and very black, they seemed definitely dyed, scattered all over the pillow. He barely had any space for himself despite how large his bed was because of how incredibly comfortable she decided to make herself.

Who sleeps vertically on a bed?

It was amusing though—the way her full lips parted—how silly she looked sound asleep. He watched her, the rhythm of her breathing, the chunks of her hair that fell in a bang over her face.

She was pretty—no, incredibly more than that if he was to be honest with himself. Poppy was beautiful, and that was a truth he could never deny himself. Fast asleep like this somehow highlighted how long, thick, and light-coloured her eyelashes were.

CHAPTER 25