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 sprang up from her sleep with a loud gasp, the first place her gaze flew to being the space right next to her.

He left…again, after his promise.

Rushing her way off her bed in nothing but her white shirt and pair of shorts, she hurried to the bathroom. There was no one in there. She checked the kitchen, every single room within her apartment, not a single soul was around, that didn't exclude the living room.

No messages, and not even a phone call. Was she always going to keep falling for these?

The sudden ringing of the doorbell pulled her out of her thoughts and she got up, walking to the door to pull it open.

Right in front of her, Xavian stood, in the pair of slacks and shirt he'd come in. Did that mean his coat was still in her apartment? That he never left in the way she thought?

"Who do you look like you're about to ki—"

CHAPTER 74