A Mate For The Last Lycan novel Chapter 292

Chapter 292: THE SUNSET IS BEAUTIFUL, ISN’ IT?

"She Just woke up," Zoey said. Her eyes and nose had turned red because she cried so much. "She looks so weak." Her voice was trembling.

"She will be fine," Draven said. He hugged Zoey when she started sobbing, as she closed the door behind her, so her mother wouldn’t see her crumbling like this.

She had been trying to be tough in front of Zia, but obviously, the sadness was too much for her to hide.

"It’s okay, she will be fine." Draven patted her back, he stayed like that for a while, until Zoey could regain her composure.

"Happy birthday, Daddy." Zoey wiped her tears. She lifted her head and stared at her father, who didn’t age at all.

"Thank you, love."

Right now, he looked like her older brother instead.

Even though it had been twenty five years, since the first memory of their family tradition that Zoey could remember, her father didn’t become old. He stayed like this, as if time stopped for him.

This was the first time they didn’t celebrate Draven’s birthday by going picnic up to the hill, since Zia had been sick for the last six months. She grew old and tired.

No matter what her father said, Zoey was no longer a little girl, who didn’t know the truth. She knew it was only a matter of time...

"I am okay now," Zoey said, wiping her tears. "Mother is looking for you."

"Okay." Draven nodded. He kissed his daughter’s forehead and wiped her tears, which kept falling on her cheeks.

After that, Draven entered the room. Zia was lying on the bed, her hair had turned grey and wrinkles graced her face.

However, in Draven’s eyes, she still had the most beautiful smile in the whole realm. Her eyes looked so tired, but they lit up when she saw him sitting on the edge of the bed. She even had the strength to laugh a little when Draven pulled the blanket to cover her feet, as she kicked it away.

Zia liked to stick her feet out of the blanket and Draven would cover it. Somehow, it became a thing between them.

"Happy birthday," Zia said, her voice was very soft, Draven was almost unable to hear her.

"Thank you, my love." He leaned over to kiss her, very slowly... very gently. His precious woman was very weak right now.

Draven knew a time like this would come and he was grateful for every second he spent with her. Dezgar said with everything that she had gone through, she wouldn’t be able to carry a child, which Draven didn’t find important.

Yet, a miracle happened and they had Zoey.

Dezgar also said, Zia wouldn’t last for twenty years, yet it was close to fifty years, since they left the continent and built a new life here.

"I really want to cook for you." Zia snuggled against his chest when Draven gathered her in his arms. "Zoey has been crying because I broke the tradition. She is not good at lying."

Both of them knew that was not the truth and the reason why Zoey was crying was not because of the tradition, but they didn’t want to address the main reason here, since it would sound like a final.

"We can still have a picnic." Draven played with her hair. It was no longer the color of the night, but it was the color of the fluffy cloud. He liked it either way.