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 had never been the type of woman who thought lengthy hair was hot on men until Xavian. His hair was just one of those features that added to his appearance, and as much as she hated to admit it, she liked it best when he didn't have it all tied back, which he did the majority of the time.

It looked so much better when it was down, just like it was right now, falling past his chin and almost touching her face…and she'd found her fingers itching a little with the desire to weave through it.

"You're the devil, aren't you?" she asked faintly.

"The devil?" Xavian's voice rumbled, breathier than usual as his face hovered over hers. "You think I'm the devil?"

His expression was a mixture of amusement and a scowl.

Poppy trapped her lip in between her teeth, gasping in the next second as her hand was grabbed and pasted right at his very chest.

"The devil? That's all you could come up with?"

CHAPTER 43