All Chapters of Liam’s Obsession : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Denise stepped back from the monitor so fast her heel caught on the edge of the floor. She steadied herself against the metal console, breathing sharply. “No… no, that’s not—” The screen still showed it. Still looking. Even though it had no reason to know she was watching. Its head tilted slightly, like it was listening to something beyond sound. Then it moved again. Fast. Too fast. One moment it was in frame. The next— nothing. Denise’s throat tightened. She pressed a hand to her chest, trying to slow her breathing. “This is insane,” she whispered. “This is actually insane.” A distant sound echoed through the mansion. Not an alarm this time. A crash. Followed by silence. Then another. Closer. Denise turned toward the door instantly. Locked. She checked it again anyway. Still locked. But the feeling in her chest didn’t ease. It got worse. She backed away from the door slowly, eyes scanning the room like it might offer an answer

Denise didn’t respond immediately. Liam’s words hung in the room like something unfinished. You make it hard for me to stay what I am. She should have focused on the “werewolf” part. She should have panicked more. But instead— her mind kept circling that sentence. Because it sounded less like danger… and more like struggle. Denise finally spoke, voice quieter than before. “So what you’re saying is… I’m the problem?” Liam’s gaze flickered. “No.” A pause. Then, more carefully: “You’re the trigger.” Denise frowned. “That sounds worse.” “It is,” he admitted. Silence settled again. The mansion outside remained quiet now, but it wasn’t the same kind of quiet as before. This one felt controlled. Managed. Like something had been locked back into place. Denise crossed her arms tightly. “If you’re telling the truth… which I’m still not fully accepting…” Liam didn’t interrupt. “…then what was outside earlier?” she asked. “The thing in my room.

Denise didn’t respond immediately. Liam’s words hung in the room like something unfinished. You make it hard for me to stay what I am. She should have focused on the “werewolf” part. She should have panicked more. But instead— her mind kept circling that sentence. Because it sounded less like danger… and more like struggle. Denise finally spoke, voice quieter than before. “So what you’re saying is… I’m the problem?” Liam’s gaze flickered. “No.” A pause. Then, more carefully: “You’re the trigger.” Denise frowned. “That sounds worse.” “It is,” he admitted. Silence settled again. The mansion outside remained quiet now, but it wasn’t the same kind of quiet as before. This one felt controlled. Managed. Like something had been locked back into place. Denise crossed her arms tightly. “If you’re telling the truth… which I’m still not fully accepting…” Liam didn’t interrupt. “…then what was outside earlier?” she asked. “The thing in my room.

Denise stared at him. “From you,” she repeated slowly. “What does that even mean?” Liam didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he turned away and walked toward the window, as if the act of looking outside gave him something to control. When he spoke again, his voice was quieter. “Among my kind,” he said, “territory is not land.” Denise frowned. “Then what is it?” A pause. “Attention,” Liam replied. That didn’t make it clearer. It made it worse. Denise stepped forward slightly. “So you’re saying… they’re targeting me because you’re paying attention to me?” Liam’s jaw tightened. “Yes.” Silence. Denise exhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair. “That’s insane.” “It’s real,” he corrected. She looked at him sharply. “So what now? I just live locked in your house forever because you decided to—what—look at me too long?” Liam turned back to her. And this time, there was something different in his expression. Less control. More honesty. “You t

Denise stood still after Liam left. Not because she wanted to obey him. But because the mansion had gone quiet in a way that felt wrong again. Not peaceful. Not empty. Alert. She exhaled slowly and walked toward the window. Outside, the forest line looked unchanged. Still. Dark. But after everything she had seen, “still” no longer meant safe. Denise pressed her fingers against the glass. “What am I supposed to do with this?” she whispered. A faint vibration ran through the floor. She froze. Then another. Like something heavy had moved somewhere deep below the mansion. Denise stepped back immediately. “No,” she muttered. “No, I’m not doing this again.” She turned toward the door. Locked. Of course it was. She tried the handle anyway. Nothing. Then— a soft sound behind her. Denise spun instantly. The room was empty. But the air felt… different again. Denise’s breathing tightened. “Liam?” she called out. No answer. She wal