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

It Xavian sat, continuously tapping his feet on the floor, his gaze fixed on his phone. Viktor and Ramon sat in the same room as him, and they were staring with brows raised in confusion.

"Um…what is going on with you?" Ramon asked.

"Nothing," Xavian bit out, not once lifting his head from the phone to look at them.

Viktor furrowed his brows and abruptly stood up from the couch, appearing before him in a single blink of an eye and snatching the phone from him.

"Okay, what the heck is going on with you? For two days now, you have been this way. Did something happen?"

Xavian looked up at him, and sighed out of frustration.

"She's not returning my calls or even responding to my messages, and I know she sees them."

"Wait, why? Didn't you—wait, when did this start?"

"Two days ago, after I last saw her. The night when you called me."

CHAPTER 68