#marcus and oliver dont deserve to be tagged for this one

[chesters-ocs]

the final part/epilogue of unknown husband :) with the idea thats been rattling around since part fucking 1 lmao

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Dominic had not shown up to work for weeks now.

His sister had called the husband of his boss, explaining everything, despite her own wretched emotions about the situation. He was grateful for that. He'll make it up to her eventually.

Where the fuck was their brother? He promised that he won't disappear on them. Not without telling them first.

Marcus and Oliver seemed to take it the best, with one barely caring about the man and the other not being old enough to even recognize him as family.

But still, Dominic remained rotting in bed. He could barely move.

Since they were kids, he took a great shine to Adam, wanting to impress him at every chance. The poor guy was more of a father to him than their actual one. To all of them.

A knock on the door draws him from his thoughts, and he turns around to face it upon hearing the hinges creak.

"Hey. Someone's at the door for you," Elizabeth says softly and closes it when he grunts in acknowledgement.

It takes all his energy to roll out of bed minutes later.

He catches glimpse of his reflection in the mirror.

Dominic looks... Rough. Unkempt.

His hair looking like a crow's nest, the once fuzzy tail looking matted. Clothes on his back wrinkled.

He sighs deeply and just trudges on.

The past month has been... Bad.

Thoughts of making himself presentable go ignored and with great effort, he stumbles into the hallway.

Liz smiles at him from the kitchen and ushers him along, glad to at least see her big brother up and walking again.

"Come in, come in!"

His ears pick up on the voice of someone familiar. Someone dear to him.

All at once, he's engulfed by warmth.

Hands find themselves in his hair, gripping onto him like he's their lifeline. Emotion clear.

It takes just a second for him to recognize the voice and scent, as he forwent wearing his glasses or contacts, leaving them abandoned... somewhere... in his bedroom.

"Dominic!" the voice sobs, "I was so worried! Why didn't you answer the phone? Are you okay?! What am I talking about, of course you're not!"

The werewolf feels desperate hands on his face. Hands which wipe away tears he didn't even notice he was shedding.

Nor did he notice the eyes watching him from the shadows.

And for his own sake, he never should.