A Mate For The Last Lycan-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. free𝑤ebnovel.com

"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.

She was still beautiful in his eyes.

She was still the woman he met in the palace. She was still that young girl, who was crying under the maple tree. She was still that cunning woman, who schemed with him. She was the woman, who gave birth to his child, giving him the family. She was the woman he gave up everything for.

She could be everything and he would love her anyway...

"I cooked."

"You did?" Zia lifted her head and smiled.

"Yeah, I think we need to change the tradition. I will cook on my birthday from now on."

Zia let out a small laugh. "I am looking forward the next year."

Next year would come, but she wouldn’t be around... that was the fact.

"Of course." He kissed her carefully. Draven then carried Zia in his arms, he walked out of the door and saw Zoey was still there. "We will have a picnic. I have prepared the food, get them in the kitchen, we will be in the usual spot."

Zoey looked surprised, but she immediately dashed out to the kitchen and even didn’t allow the maids to help her. Indeed, Draven had cooked something for them.

Meanwhile, Draven took Zia to their usual spot, up the hill, where they could see the sunset. The color of the sky looked so bright red. It was devastatingly beautiful.

"Do you have something that you wanted to confess to me?" Zia asked, as Draven wrapped her in a blanket and she rested her head on his shoulder. "Don’t lie this time, because there is something that I want to confess to you too."

"What? The fact that you love me more? I know that already."

If Zia was healthy, she would have hit him playfully for being so cocky, yet she could only laugh and closed her eyes.

"I lied whenever you and Zoey came to wake me up on my birthday. I pretended to be asleep."

Zia smiled. She knew that.

"What is your confession?" Draven asked when Zia slowly closed her eyes.

"I lied for close to fifty years." Zia sighed, breathing slowly. "I remember everything."

Once again, Dezgar failed.

They watched the sunset and not too far, Zoey came, yet she didn’t approach them, because she didn’t want to ruin this moment. Both of them looked so beautiful when the color of the sunset grazed them. She didn’t want to ruin this moment.

"The sunset is beautiful, isn’t it...?" Zia said softly.

And this was the last time Zoey saw them together...

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