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 was like a dream, a nightmare—her dead eyes locking with his as she fell dropping to the floor with a heavy thud.

Xavian stared at Poppy's body, unmoving and as still as a statue. It was as if the information was taking it's time to process properly in his head and when it seemed to have, his body twitched.

No one was even sure if Xavian was still himself at that moment, because he'd gripped the man behind him, snapping his neck in two in the brink of an eye.

He was staggering toward Poppy's body, the ring around the golden of his eyes darkening in a way never seen before. He fell to his knees right next to her, scooping her up in his arms.

Poppy who was still conscious, stared at him with half closed eyes, fighting for every breath she took. She was starting to loose her vision, bloody hand reaching up to grip Xaavian's shirt.

CHAPTER 94