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

The first sounds they heard were sounds of heels, their gazes focused on the stairs. Poppy stepped down the first stair, the second and continued down, until she finally came into view.

Floor length sleeveless black dress, with encrusted debris of diamonds at the bosom, hugged her body so perfectly, it felt so made for her. Golden hair, brighter under the light of the chandelier bounced beautifully down to her bottom, and not even the pair of glasses she wore, could hide the hazel of her eyes.

Not one of them could keep their eyes off her, staring both in confusion, awe and shock.

Ramon blinked rapidly. "What's…going on?"

Xavian didn't say a word, just sat staring at her, and the second she locked eyes with him, Poppy flinched slightly, clearly not expecting to see him there. But then she composed herself, turning to stare at Manuel.

"What is the meaning of this?" she asked.

CHAPTER 92