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 muffled her moans, biting down on her lip as he ran his hands up her stomach, to cup one of her breasts, while pressing slow kisses down her throat.

"Mmff…" She squeezed her eyes tighter, inhaling sharply when he hauled her off him, flipping her over to drop her on the bed on her back. "Xav—"

He didn't waste time, crawling over her and pulling her shorts off, sealing her lips with a kiss. that drowned her puffs of breaths. Her shaky fingers dragged into his hair, pulling off the band he held it up with, letting them fall.

"C-can you take your shirt off?" she asked, swallowing.

Xavian smirked for a second before taking his coat off and popping open the buttons of his shirt. He pulled it off himself, grabbing her hands to have her palms rested directly on his chest. "There you go, monster."

CHAPTER 73