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

The words Ramon had just spoken echoed in Xavian's mind, stinging his ears. Because they were true and now he felt pitifully amused by himself.

Ramon stared at him for a moment in silence.

"What do you think? Am I wrong?"

His lips angled into a smile. "Xavian—"

"You know, my wolf didn't want us to let go. It doesn't share that fear with me, but I shut it down."

"You didn't make it go silent, did you?"

Ramon's expression changed and he sighed. "What I would give to speak to my wolf."

"It isn't as nice as you think." Xavian shook his head. "It's like a constant loud voice in your head. Not very entertaining."

The man smiled. "Still, I consider you lucky. The first of our kind to ever hear his wolf. Not even your father has that gift."

"Like I said, not as entertaining as you think."

CHAPTER 61