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 glanced at the alarm next to her bed. It was already nine in the evening, and Xavian was nowhere to be seen. Not even Violet was home, and she was in the house alone, all by herself.

A deep breath fled her mouth, and she got into bed, lying on her side, her phone in her grip. The clock ticked and eventually, she ended up falling asleep, the phone slipping off her hand into the bed.

An hour more into her sleep, footsteps could be heard, one that Poppy knew too well, but all she did was steer a bit in her sleep, her hair latching all over her face. She didn't wake up, but a knock, one that sounded hesitant, did come on the door.

CHAPTER 37