Chapter 664

　　Third person's POV 　　Forrest hadn't been wrong. Derek was indeed sick, feverish for a day and a night, barely clinging to life in his bed. 　　Rolf, like a pack Omega by the bedside, was peeling an apple and chattering incessantly. 　　"Alpha Derek, look at you now. What was the point? You've been chasing after Tabitha for half a year, hiding your identity, and in the end, you can't even hold her hand." 　　Alvin glared at him, "Shut your mouth. Do you think Alpha Derek wanted it this way?" 　　He brought a glass of water to Derek, "Alpha Derek, drink more water to recover faster." 　　Derek's face was pale, his lips dry, and he looked haggard. 　　After finishing a glass of water, he leaned against the bed, rubbing his forehead with one hand, his head still feeling dizzy. His first words were about Tabitha. 　　"How is Tabitha doing?" 　　"Forrest is as attentive as a nurse. You can trust him with Tabitha's preferences. He knows them by heart, and he won't make a mistake. It's just..." 　　Derek's ga