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's not like that." Xavian shook his head. "And why didn't you pick my calls or answer my messages? You drive me insane."

Poppy stared at him, so much close to keeling over for him again, and as if something snapped her out of that trance, a seething anger burned in her eyes behind those frames. "Get out, Xavian."

"Why? Why should I? You'd rather have him here, is that it?"

"You don't know what you've done."

"You're ruining my life, every part of it. Ever since I met you, my life is falling apart, I'm losing everything and it's all because of you! I don't want you here, not now and not ever! I'm done with you."

"You can never be done with me," Xavian growled. "Ever. Not even in your fucking dreams."

She huffed, and before he knew, her knee was colliding with his groin, causing him to grunt, almost dropping to his knees. Hands gripped tighter on her wrist and his eyes locked with hers, a smirk on her lips.

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