My Fated Alpha's Cruel Game (Elena and Marcus) novel Chapter 156

Chapter 156: Chapter 156 Three New Mountains

Dawn’s POV

The determination coursing through my veins wouldn’t let these bastards break me. I refused to give them that satisfaction. Years of preparation had led to this moment, and I wasn’t about to crumble now.

Corbin guided me toward an obstacle course that looked like something designed by sadistic engineers. Every element seemed calculated to push human endurance beyond reasonable limits.

"The record time for this course stands at the benchmark time. Your job is to shatter it," Corbin announced, brandishing a stopwatch like a weapon.

"Understood," I replied, studying the intimidating structure before me.

"We’re camping out here until you demolish that record. If it takes us until sunset, so be it." His tone carried the weight of absolute certainty.

"The target time exactly?" I needed clarification.

"Precisely." He confirmed. I gazed up at the towering obstacle, rolling my shoulders and stretching muscles that still screamed from yesterday’s punishment.

"Hold on. You need to complete the entire circuit there and back within the time limit," Corbin added, as if the challenge wasn’t already impossible.

"Are you completely insane?" The words escaped before I could stop them.

His grin was pure evil. Then the stopwatch clicked, and my body launched into motion.

I sprinted to the course entrance and scaled the vertical ladder, reaching for the rope suspended thirty feet above unforgiving concrete. Nothing but empty air and certain injury waited below. I wrapped my legs around the rough fibers and began the hand-over-hand journey across twenty feet of open space. The platform on the far side welcomed me with a bone-jarring landing.

Down the stairs I flew, muscles already burning as I attacked the rope ladder. Up and over the thick supporting beam, then down the opposite side without pause.

A brief sprint preceded the wooden wall climb. I hauled myself over and dropped to the other side, knowing the worst was yet to come.

The barbed wire section demanded I flatten myself against the dirt and crawl like a snake. Trip wires crisscrossed the ground, ready to snare the careless. Every movement required precision while my body screamed for rest.

Emerging from that torture, I faced the rope climb. Hand over hand, I ascended until I could ring the bell at the summit. The metallic clang echoed my small victory.

But there was no time to celebrate. The descent led directly to the water pit, a muddy crater filled with stagnant liquid that reeked of decomposition. I leaped for the first overhead post and began the monkey bar progression, my grip threatening to fail with each transfer.

The single log balance beam stretched ahead like a tightrope walker’s nightmare. One misstep meant a painful plunge into the muck below. Somehow, I maintained my footing across the massive trunk.

The final ascent loomed overhead. Rope to platform, then widely-spaced wooden posts that tested both balance and courage. Another rope ladder led to the highest platform, where a descent rope waited to return me to earth.

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