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 sat at the table, digging into the Chinese food that Sebastian had brought over again. It was the only thing she'd had enough appetite for these days.

She hadn't spoken to Xavian, answered his calls or even his text because she had every intention of keeping away from him and cutting off whatever this attraction between them was.

But if she could stop gaslighting herself for even a moment, she knew it wasn't working. Every morning, she woke up wanting him, wanting to seek him out. She'd stay missing his touch, his lips on her, his kisses that felt so good. It all made her hurt, but it could be said she had somehow gotten good at suppressing those wants, her desires of him.

"Poppy," Sebastian who sat opposite her, called, concern written all over her face.

"Are you okay? You don't look so good."

She shook her head at him. "I'm fine."

CHAPTER 69