Bound

Scarlett's pov

The headache was just as awful as it had been before, but this time, when I awoke, I quickly realised that I was bound. My eyes scanned the space. I was still in Michael's room only this time I wasn't able to move around. I remembered causing havoc in the room, yet everything appeared to be in its place. Michael must have had his omegas clean the place up.

I groaned and made an effort to move, but I was only able to slightly move my head because of the restraints. I tried to move my wrists. Something cold and hard was pressing into them. Frowning, I tried to decipher what it was. Upon glancing at them, I realised that I was cuffed to his bed.

Pursing my lips together, I tugged at them. Nonetheless, my attempts to move my limbs were useless. At least I wasn't shackled with silver chains. Ignoring the searing pain in my head, I tugged at the restraints. I wanted to break free. Regardless, I froze when I heard a deep sigh.

My stomach dropped out of my chest. I wasn't