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's blinking became rapid as she slinked off the bed, peering around the room for any sign of him. But there was none.

It was almost like he hadn't been there at all. But that wasn't true, because she could still smell his conclonge, feel his fingers caressing her scalp, running through her hair and lurring her to sleep.

His lips on hers, sucking and kissing her like he couldn't get enough, they were al;l; still very fresh in her memory.

Maybe he just went to the bathroom? Or maybe he is in the living room.

Poppy told herself that's what it was. But checking around and finding no trace of him made her so uneasy, until she dropped on the couch almost on the verge of a meltdown.

CHAPTER 65