Chapter 169

Zevara’s POV

“Thank you so much, Granny,” I said to the elderly woman who lived beside my apartment in the Blackridge Pack as she handed me a jar of cookies.

Granny Daisy was always so nice and accommodating. She gave me food and pastries anytime she made them. At first, I used to reject them, but she never stopped offering—it was as though she knew I was depressed and desperately needed something sweet. It felt like she was silently rooting for me, telling me that I was going to overcome everything I was going through.

So I started accepting them, and so far, they suited my taste buds perfectly. I had become completely obsessed with them. It was safe to say that Granny Daisy’s cookies pulled me out of my darkest moments, because I couldn’t help the smile that always curled my lips whenever they melted in my mouth.

“You are very much welcome, Elena,” she replied with a broad smile. Then her gaze dropped to my protruding stomach. “I was wondering if you