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 woke up from her sleep, sniffing with a more relaxed look on her face.

"Seb?" She stood up from the couch where she'd slept and made her way into the kitchen where she met Sebastian who was cooking or…was done cooking.

"Pasta…" she mumbled. "Thank you…"

The man turned, half smiling at her. "How do you feel?"

Poppy glanced at herself and drew in a soft breath.

"Well, that's a start." Sebastian walked over to her. "I think there is something stuck at the roots of your hair."

"Huh?" she blinked at him. "W-what do you mean?"

"Come, you need to have your hair washed. It's pretty golden in colour and I'm not sure where you stuck your head."

"Ah…" A panicky-sort of look emerged on her face and she tried saying something, but he walked her into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.

CHAPTER 58