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 threw her arms into her jacket, rushing her way downstairs to the foyer to leave the house. However when she opened the entrance door, she crashed right into Xavian whose gaze had been fixed on his cell.

She stumbled a bit, almost falling, but he caught her, holding her upright by the waist, his other hand still gripping onto his phone.

"Where are you running to?" he asked, voice soft.

Poppy stared at him, lips parted as if she had something to say, but the words just weren't coming out.

Her throat bumped in a deep swallow, eyes averting from his eyebrows that raised questions to fall at his mouth. The mouth that had been on hers just last night—a kiss that had ruined her so much getting a sleep was like war, because everytime she shut her eyes, all she saw was this man.

The desire to stop thinking about him was almost impossible as if he had built a house in her head.

CHAPTER 47