Reclaimed By My Alpha (Natalia and Andrei) novel Chapter 565

Chapter 565

Natalia’s POV

Before I could move, the woman’s hand shot out. The door behind me slammed shut, and I whirled, gasping. But it was too late.

Unconsciousness was already taking me.

I woke up to the smell of something boiling.

I was on my back on the floor, my wrists bound behind me and my ankles tied together with rough ropes. I turned my head. The fire in the hearth was higher than before, and the pot above it was bigger. Much bigger.

Big enough for an adult woman, perhaps.

The witch was moving around the room collecting things off her shelves with her back still to me. She was pouring some kind of herb into the pot, and some large bones that didn’t come from any animal.I recognized.

My heart pounded, but I urged myself to remain calm and think clearly.

My wolf was quiet, tired. Not just from whatever the woman had done to me, but because of the heat and exhaustion of this place. I dug deep anyway, coaxing her out. If I could just shift, then I could escape. I didn’t need to deal with the woman. I just needed to get my son and get out.

Speaking of my son…

I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and looked over to see his face appear in the window. When he saw me looking at

him, he held up a hand.

I shook my head at him and mouthed the words: “No, Max.”

He ignored me completely. Typical.

I watched in horror as he eased the shutter open an inch further and looked past me at the witch, studying her. He slipped one arm through the window gap and waved it slowly in her direction.

She didn’t react.

Max looked at me and pointed at his own eyes, then shook his head.

I stared at him for a moment before I understood. I glanced back at the witch, suddenly realizing that she didn’t move around the room like a person who could see. She touched everything before using it, and sniffed all of her herbs as if checking to see what they were.

But she was a witch. I’d hardly made a sound when I entered, and she’d still known I was there. We had no way of knowing just how far her awareness spread, even without sight.

I didn’t have a chance to convey that to Max, though. Because he was already crawling through the window

My heart pounded so hard I feared the woman might hear it. I remained perfectly still, not even moving a muscle. Maybe it was choice, or simply terror that kept me frozen there, watching as my eleven year old son climbed into the hovel

The moment Max’s foot hit the floor, the witch added something to the pot that made it hiss and let oft a pale cloud of steam. Max froze. She said something under her breath, nodding to herself, then scurried over to another shelf and started searching for something else.

I saw Max’s chest heave with a silent sigh of relief. He pulled his other leg through the window, then began creeping over to me.

A mouse ran across the floor from somewhere neat the hearth and disappeared into a gap in the wall. The witch’s head jerked up. Max froze again. But after a moment, she went back to her pot.

Chapter 565

Max moved along the wall, slow and careful, staying out of her sightline out of habitewnowagi didet mater. His movements were utterly silent; it was a skill I knew he’d possessed because he’d developed a genduent for wedded to house at night to see his friends, but I didn’t know it went this far.

He crouched beside me and pulled a folding knife from his jacket pocket

I raised my eyebrows at him. He shrugged and started working on the rope at my wrists.

The witch stirred the pot. Max sawed at the rope. I watched her back and counted her movements and tried not to thickene how badly this could go.

The binding at my wrists gave first. I brought my hands forward and bit down on the inside of my cheek to soundf pins and needles in my fingers while Max moved to my ankles.

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