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 walked into the bar, stopping to glance around with an unsure expression. She was looking for someone, and as soon as she sighted him, a huge smile emerged on her face, and she waved at him.

"Over here." The man, short brown hair with light gray eyes, waved back at her, urging her to come over to where he sat at the counter, a bartender filling up his glass.

She moved over, taking a seat on the stool right next to him.

The man, Sebastian, chuckled at her. "It's so good to see you again, Poppy, you look very beautiful."

She nudged him, holding the widest smile on her face. "Thank you. You look good too."

Sebastian did a show of flexing while soft laughter bubbled out of him, and he reached for his filled glass, taking a sip of the alcohol that burned right down his throat.

"Okay." Poppy glanced at him. "Pretty okay."

CHAPTER 31