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 curled tightly into a ball, clutching her chest.

"Xavian!" It was desperate like a cry.

And Xavian who stood in the middle of her room, hands shoved into the pocket of his pants, stood staring at her. Was she having a nightmare? He wasn't sure, but the way his name was falling off her mouth was desperate.

It was the middle of the night. He'd come, Rakai made him, because it thought Poppy wanted him. Maybe she did, he could somehow feel her wanting him, but maybe this isn't what she wanted.

"Xavian, please…don't leave. Please, not again." Her fingers dug into her blanket, breathing ragged.

Xavian's feet moved and he took steps toward her bed, stopping at the edge, and squatting down to stare at her writhing frame.

He extended his hand, to touch her, but flinging upright, Poppy's eyes opened wide as she stared at him frantically causing his breath to pause.

CHAPTER 64