My Fated Alpha's Cruel Game (Elena and Marcus) novel Chapter 179

Chapter 179: Chapter 179 Making a Stand

Dawn’s POV

Weeks had dragged by since Corbin decided to turn my life into a living nightmare, and his attitude toward me hadn’t softened even a fraction. Whatever had crawled up his ass and died there was still festering, because he refused to explain himself. Instead, he just barked commands at me like I was some kind of dog he was trying to break.

The confusion I’d felt in those first days had long since burned away, replaced by a white-hot fury that grew stronger with each passing hour. I was beyond caring what his problem was anymore. Now I was just plain pissed off.

Every single day, he dragged me through hell. The obstacle course became my personal torture chamber, followed by endless hours in the shooting gallery where my arms ached from holding weapons steady. Then came the combat training where sometimes I wasn’t even fighting back, just dodging whatever projectile he decided to hurl at me that day. And if I thought I’d catch a break after that, I was wrong because then came hand-to-hand combat in the gym where he pushed me until my muscles screamed for mercy.

But something interesting was happening through all this torment. My body was changing, growing stronger, more agile. My reflexes were sharper than they’d ever been. I could feel power building in my muscles, and apparently Corbin noticed it too because that’s when he stopped engaging me directly in fights.

Instead, he started making everything more complicated. The obstacle course that had nearly killed me in the beginning suddenly sprouted new challenges overnight. Additional barriers appeared, the timing mechanisms got trickier, and the physical demands increased exponentially. But despite all these modifications designed to break me, he still expected me to complete the entire thing in under ten minutes.

It was impossible, and we both knew it. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

I’d watched other recruits tackle various courses around the facility, and I’d learned that the instructors typically allowed people to get comfortable with a setup before imposing strict time limits. Each course had its own reasonable completion time based on difficulty level. But Corbin didn’t give a damn about standard protocol.

He wanted me to finish this nightmare course in less time than it took most people to complete the basic version. He was setting me up for failure, and the sadistic bastard was enjoying every second of it.

This wasn’t training anymore. This was pure torture, designed to prove that I didn’t belong here.

Asher had tried to intervene multiple times, his protective instincts kicking in whenever he witnessed Corbin’s latest creative cruelty. I’d watched his hands clench into fists, seen the dangerous glint in his eyes as he prepared to charge across the training ground and tackle Corbin to the ground.

But I stopped him every time.

I told him I could handle it, that I wouldn’t give that son of a bitch the satisfaction of breaking me. Asher had to force himself to step back and watch from the sidelines, though most of the time he couldn’t stomach it and would disappear to handle other business while I endured my daily punishment.

I’d actually encouraged him to leave. Having him witness my humiliation made everything worse.

The bastard had even started messing with my meal schedule. Since he kept me training from dawn until well past sunset, I missed most regular meal times. But Corbin never missed a meal himself. Oh no, he made sure someone delivered his breakfast, lunch, and dinner right to whatever training area we were in.

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