My Fated Alpha's Cruel Game (Elena and Marcus) novel Chapter 155

Chapter 155: Chapter 155 Strobing Chaos

Elena’s POV

We remained in position, waiting for the current training team to clear the course. As they filed out of the room, every single pair of eyes locked onto me with an intensity that made my skin crawl.

The male trainees scanned me from head to toe with undisguised interest, while the female recruits shot me looks that could have melted steel. Their sneers were so obvious I wondered if they practiced them in the mirror.

I had no control over being tall, blonde, or having the kind of figure that drew unwanted attention. Whatever genetics had given me this appearance, I never asked for it. Since I had no memories of my mother, I couldn’t even blame her for the DNA lottery.

The thought of sharing sleeping quarters with these hostile women made my stomach twist into knots.

Corbin reset the training course and positioned us at the starting line. The moment the bell chimed, every light in the facility cut out, replaced by a chaotic storm of strobing flashes that turned the world into a disorienting nightmare.

My vision struggled to adjust to the pulsing brightness. Each flash revealed fragments of the course ahead, like snapshots from a fever dream.

The mission was straightforward in theory but brutal in execution. Navigate through multiple rooms, eliminate werewolf targets, spare human ones. The challenge lay in the split-second decisions required to distinguish between them.

Werewolves in their shifted form were easy targets, but the ones in human form demanded lightning-fast judgment calls. A moment of hesitation or a wrong choice could mean the difference between success and catastrophic failure.

We pushed through the obstacle course, room by room, our weapons ready and nerves stretched to breaking points. The flashing lights made everything feel like a twisted video game where lives hung in the balance.

Fifteen minutes later, we emerged at the final checkpoint, hearts pounding and adrenaline still coursing through our systems. Corbin gestured toward a video monitor that had recorded our entire performance.

He wanted me to analyze my own mistakes.

We studied the footage in slow motion, and the errors became painfully obvious. Every missed shot, every hesitant moment, every wrong decision played out in excruciating detail.

"I missed two werewolf targets and shot one human," I admitted, my jaw clenched with frustration.

"Your previous base never had training like this?" Corbin asked, his eyebrows raised.

"Nothing even close. This level of sophistication is completely new to me," I replied, feeling the weight of my inexperience.

He nodded with understanding. "Makes sense why they transferred you here. You have raw talent, but it needs serious refinement."

The training session ended just as dinner time arrived, so we made our way to the mess hall. The sight that greeted us there was overwhelming. Green uniforms filled every available space, creating a sea of military personnel that stretched wall to wall.

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