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 rushed down from the cab that she'd taken home and rushed to the gate, only to stop at the sound of a taxi door coming shut.

It was Poppy, and before she could hurry up to her or even call her name, the taxi drove off. She just stood there, staring in confusion.

She quickly made her way into the mansion and beelined for the second floor, her hands balling by her side as she approached Xavian's room. She didn't bother knocking, just opened the door to find Xavian seated at his loveseat, legs crossed and a cold glass of alcohol in his grip.

He looked at her, but didn't say a word, which did more to fuel her annoyance. Cily stormed towards heim and snatched the glass from him, dropping it on the table.

Xavian stared at her and began rubbing his temple with a sigh. He was tired. "Cily, please leave me alone. My head hurts, and I'm tired."

CHAPTER 55