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

Felix shrugged, crossing his legs. "Yes we. Poppy is like a little sister to me, she has always been, so even if none of you will do nothing, I will. Besides, you'll need someone who knows their way around the mafia if you want to get to her alive."

He stood up from the sofa, rubbing his temples for a few seconds.

"I'll be back. But you need to come to a decision, because we can't let her spend twenty four hours more with Manuel."

He walked off without waiting for a response from them, puttering around in search of the bathroom. Once he found it, he stepped in, he walked over the sink, quickly turning on the tap. He scooped up two palm full of water and splashed it on his face, breathing heavily for a few seconds before lifting his hand to rub his chest.

CHAPTER 85