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

Cily walked out of the door, hurrying down the small flight of the stairs. She lifted her gaze, stopping short on her steps at the sight of Ramon and Viktor who'd driven in to park at the parking lot of the mansion.

They both began walking towards the stairs, but she didn't move, just staring, staring at one person and only one person. Ramon.

Viktor who got closer much fasters smiled.

"Good to see you, twinkle, is he inside?"

Viktor took her hand, dropping a kiss and a wink before walking past her to head into the mansion. Cily rolled her eyes, but stopped as soon as Ramon approached much closer to her.

She didn't take her eyes off him, swallowing the lump in her throat, her chest beginning to hammer.

He stared at her, mouthing, "Hello." His full lips, curling barely slightly in a smile.

CHAPTER 48